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

applied. Blood was still seeping through the gauze, and his breathing remained labored

him, drawn by something deeper than sympathy—a compulsion I couldn’t

me like I

“She healed Lucas…”

you see

wolf

hands hovering uncertainly over his injuries. “What’s your

he managed between ragged breaths.

try to help you, okay?

nodded weakly, his eyes focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me,

distant and

warm, purposeful feeling that had guided

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of Ben’s labored breathing and the antiseptic smell of the medical bay. Then, slowly,

light was there again, brighter this time, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat.

itself back together.

severe—deeper

something essential from me with each passing second. The light began

as

careful,* Ayla warned, her mental voice tight with concern. *You’re

with such trust, not

I pressed deeper into the healing trance, pouring more

us, the whispered conversations had grown

seen anything like

“-what kind of bloodline-”

eyes flew open, panic flashing across his features as the healing

he whispered urgently. “Please, I can feel it

pushing the fragments of memory aside. There would be time to process

Ben needed me.

healing continued, but I could feel myself growing weaker with each passing moment. The light was dimming despite my