Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 51

Seraphina’s POV 1

The moment I stepped through the doors of the Nightshadow Pack training facility, a thunderous roar of applause crupted from every corner of the warehouse space. My face immediately burned with embarrassment as I took in the sight before me-dozens of warriors, medics, and support staff had gathered, their faces beaming with genuine warmth and respect that I’d never experienced in my life.

“There she is!” Ben Thompson’s voice boomed above the noise, his broad grin splitting his scarred face as he pushed through the crowd toward me. “The miracle worker herself!”

I tried to shrink back against Damien’s solid presence behind me, but his hand settled firmly on the small of my back, offering both support and gentle encouragement.

“I really don’t think this is necessary,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the continued applause. “I was just doing what anyone

would do-”

“Like hell you were,” Marcus interrupted gruffly, though his usual scowl had been replaced by something that almost resembled a smile. “What you did yesterday… I’ve been fighting for years, and I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Ben stepped forward, his eyes bright with emotion. “You saved my life, Seraphina. These hands,” he gestured toward my still-tingling palms, “brought me back from the edge of death. How do you thank someone for something like that?”

“You don’t need to thank me,” I said quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude. “Really, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Okay?” Lucas’s familiar voice cut through the crowd as he made his way toward us, moving with the fluid grace of someone who hadn’t

nearly bled to death less than twenty-four hours ago. “Ben, she didn’t just make us okay-she made us better than new. Look at this.”

He rolled up his sleeve to reveal his left arm, the one that had been shattered beyond repair during the rogue attack. The skin was

perfect, unmarked by so much as a scratch, but the muscle definition seemed enhanced, more pronounced than I remembered.

“The healing didn’t just fix the damage,” Lucas continued, flexing his fingers with obvious wonder. “It strengthened everything. I feel like I

could bench press a truck.”

Riley appeared at Lucas’s elbow, her auburn hair pulled back in its usual practical ponytail, but her cheeks were flushed with something

that had nothing to do with physical exertion. She’d barely looked away from Lucas since he’d started speaking, her eyes tracking his

made my inner matchmaker sit up and take

watched Riley’s gaze drift back to Lucas’s arm, her professional interest clearly battling with something much more

one of his devastating smiles, the

just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “Is there something you’d like to share with the

open in shock, while Lucas’s

have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Riley said primly, though she couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m simply

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thorough,” Lucas agreed solemnly, though

my God,” Riley breathed, her face now approximately the

to disperse, warriors returning to their training routines but

them called out friendly greetings as they passed, their earlier skepticism about having an omega in their facility

found myself working alongside Riley to organize medical

Riley’s benefit, his movements more

for the basic sparring exercises he

though her eyes never left his form as he executed a

his sparring partner

one I’m worried about,” I replied, noting the way Riley’s hands had gone still on the gauze she’d been rolling. “When

attention to inventory instead of staring at

at his abs,” Riley

the Queen

steel. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some other people’s love

into my chair. “This is much more entertaining than filing

chose that moment to remove his training shirt, ostensibly to wipe sweat from his face

enhanced physique my healing had apparently gifted him. The move had the desired effect-Riley made a small, involuntary

gasp and

Goddess,” she breathed, her hands going still

tell

absolutely cannot and

the training floor, warm with genuine affection. “Could you check this wrap on my wrist?

something