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“Like hell you were,” Marcus interrupted gruffly, though his usual scowl had been replaced by something that almost resembled a smile.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

arm, her professional interest clearly

and flashed one of his devastating smiles, the flush on her

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

in shock, while Lucas’s grin

what you’re talking about, Riley said primly, though she couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m simply conducting a

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agreed solemnly, though his eyes were dancing

now approximately the color of

us had begun to disperse, warriors returning to their training routines but with an energy and enthusiasm

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

afternoon progressed, I found myself working alongside Riley

Riley’s benefit, his movements more elaborate and

the basic sparring exercises he was supposed to be conducting.

going to hurt himself,” Riley muttered, though her eyes never

his sparring partner

I replied, noting the way Riley’s hands had gone still on the

time you actually paid attention to inventory instead of staring at

am not staring at his

And I’m the

shot me a glare that could have melted steel. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some other people’s love lives to meddle

my chair. “This is much more entertaining than

wipe sweat from his face but more likely to give Riley

him. The move had the desired effect-Riley made a

part gasp

Moon Goddess,” she breathed, her hands going still on the medical

go tell him that?” I

cannot and

out across the training floor, warm with genuine affection.

pulled something