Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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52 Chapter 52

Seraphina’s POV 1

The morning air was crisp and carried the scent of approaching autumn as I loaded my overnight bag into the back of my modest sedan. The drive to the northern territories would take most of the day, but this trip couldn’t be postponed any longer.

“I still don’t like this,” Damien’s deep voice rumbled behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me back against the solid wall of his chest. Even through my jacket, I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“You worry too much,” I teased, leaning into his embrace and tilting my head back to meet those devastatingly blue eyes. “Besides, I’m practically superhuman now, remember? I can heal people with my bare hands. A little road trip should be nothing.” I assured him,

turning in his arms to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Adrian came bouncing out of the apartment building, his backpack slung over his shoulders and his silver-blue eyes bright with

excitement for his day at school.

“Mommy, are you really going away?” he asked, his small hand finding mine as he looked up at me with those impossibly beautiful eyes.

I knelt down to his level, smoothing his dark curls with gentle fingers. “Just for a few days, sweetheart. Ophelia and Damien are going to

take care of you while I’m gone. You’ll have so much fun together, you might not even miss me.”

“I’ll always miss you.” Adrian said solemnly, throwing his small arms around my neck with the fierce intensity that only children could

manage.

I hugged Adrian tighter, breathing in his familiar little-boy scent of soap and sunshine. “You be good for Damien, okay? Listen to what he

I’ll be back

kiss to my cheek. “And I’ll take care of Damien too, ’cause he gets

not here.”

very still at Adrian’s matter-of-fact

his hand settling on the small of my back

come back to

“I promise,” I whispered.

was on the highway heading north, the city skyline of

covered in autumn foliage, small towns that looked like postcards, the occasional glimpse

the landscape began to change. The cheerful farms and quaint villages gave way to dense forests and rocky outcroppings. Towns became sparse, then nonexistent. The roads grew narrower and more winding, and cell phone service

twenty miles back, leaving me to navigate by

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be approaching the town of Pine Ridge within the next few miles, where I’d

a small

myself on what seemed like an endless stretch of empty asphalt cutting through a tunnel of evergreen trees. The temperature was dropping as darkness fell, and I cranked up the heater while trying to ignore the way my hands had begun

the steering wheel.

when I saw the lights in my

meant civilization, other people,

ghost in the middle

winding mountain road. As it closed the distance, I could see

that flooded my car with harsh white light, making it impossible to see anything else in my

possible, expecting the truck to pass. Instead,

its oversized engine over my