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

thought, I moved toward him, drawn by something deeper than sympathy—a compulsion I couldn’t name or

of medics and wounded warriors parted before me like I was

“She healed Lucas…”

you see that

kind of wolf

knelt beside the warrior’s table, my hands hovering uncertainly over his injuries. “What’s your name?” I asked

between ragged breaths.

help you, okay? But

focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me, I could hear

and muffled, like I

my eyes and tried to find that warm, purposeful feeling that had guided me with Lucas. For a

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

a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The warmth flowed from me

itself back together.

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

demanding, and I could feel it draining something essential from me with each passing second. The light began to

as

be careful,* Ayla warned, her mental voice tight with concern. *You’re pushing too hard. We don’t know what

at me with such

pressed deeper into the healing trance, pouring more of myself

us, the whispered conversations

seen anything like

“-what kind of bloodline-”

eyes flew open, panic flashing across his features as

he whispered urgently. “Please, I

pushing the fragments of memory aside. There would be

Ben needed me.

I could feel myself growing weaker with each passing moment. The light was dimming despite