Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The silence in the medical bay was deafening. Every eye in the room was fixed on me with expressions ranging from shock to outright disbelief, as if I’d just defied the laws of physics-which, I supposed, I had.

Lucas pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at his leg where moments before there had been gaping wounds that would have

killed him. Now there was nothing but smooth, unblemished skin, not even a scar to mark where the massive injuries had been.

“What the hell just happened?” he asked, his voice stronger than it had any right to be after the blood loss he’d suffered. His eyes found

mine across the crowded medical bay, confusion and something that might have been awe flickering in their depths.

I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. What could I possibly say? *Oh, apparently I can heal mortal wounds with my hands

now. No big deal.*

“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, staring down at my palm where the white light had emanated just moments before. The skin looked

completely normal now, no different from my left hand. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

*Sera,* Ayla’s voice was small and confused in my mind. *I don’t understand what just happened. I felt this overwhelming urge to help

him, and then…*

Riley reached out with trembling fingers to touch Lucas’s leg where the wounds had been, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is

impossible,” she breathed. “Werewolves heal fast, but not like this. Not instantaneously. Not from injuries that severe.”

“Seraphina?”

I turned to see the warrior with the massive chest wounds struggling to sit up on his examination table, his face twisted with pain

bandages Riley had applied. Blood was still seeping through the gauze,

drawn by something deeper

of medics and wounded warriors parted before me

“She healed Lucas…”

see

wolf can

hovering uncertainly

managed between ragged breaths. “Ben

you, okay? But I

focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me, I could hear Riley giving quiet instructions

us, but the voices seemed distant and muffled, like I was hearing them

my eyes and tried to find that warm, purposeful feeling that

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breathing and the antiseptic smell of the medical bay. Then, slowly, I felt

I opened my eyes and placed my hands over Ben’s wounds, the white light was there again, brighter this time, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The warmth flowed from me into him, and I watched in fascination as his torn flesh began

itself back together.

different. Ben’s injuries were more severe—deeper wounds, more damage to repair. The

and I could feel it draining something essential from

as

with concern. *You’re pushing too hard.

with such trust, not when I

I pressed deeper

whispered conversations had grown louder,

anything

“-what kind of bloodline-”

open, panic flashing across his

whispered urgently. “Please, I can feel

the fragments of memory

Ben needed me.

weaker with each passing moment. The