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“Like hell you were,” Marcus interrupted gruffly, though his usual scowl had been replaced by something that almost resembled a smile.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

my inner matchmaker sit

Lucas’s arm, her professional interest clearly battling with something

one of his devastating smiles, the flush on her cheeks deepened

just loud enough for the two of them to

mouth dropped open in shock, while Lucas’s grin widened

primly, though she couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m

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Lucas agreed solemnly, though his eyes were dancing with

now approximately the color

disperse, warriors returning to their training routines but with an energy and

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

myself working alongside Riley to organize medical supplies while

was definitely showering off for Riley’s

for the basic sparring exercises he was

muttered, though her eyes never left his form as he executed a particularly impressive spinning

sparring partner

the one I’m worried about,” I replied, noting the way Riley’s hands had gone still on the

attention to inventory

at his

I’m the Queen

a glare that could have melted steel. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?

into my chair. “This is

moment to remove his training shirt, ostensibly to wipe sweat

my healing had apparently gifted him. The move had

was part gasp and part

Goddess,” she breathed, her hands going still on the medical supplies. “That

tell him

absolutely cannot and

floor, warm with genuine affection. “Could you

have pulled something during that last