Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 55

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The walk to Caleb’s house took less than ten minutes,. The small residential street was lined with modest homes, their front yards dotted

with autumn flowers and children’s toys.

“That one’s ours,” Caleb said softly, pointing to a two-story house with white siding and a wraparound porch. A wooden swing swayed

gently in the evening breeze.

Before Caleb could reach for his keys, the front door swung open, revealing a woman in her fifties with graying brown hair and kind eyes

that went wide with shock the moment they landed on me.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her hand flying to her chest. “Oh my God, it’s really you.”

“Mom,” Caleb said gently, steadying her with a hand on her elbow. “I told you she was alive.”

Mrs. Morrison stared at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Seraphina,” she breathed, my name coming out like a prayer. “We

thought… we all thought you were dead. After what happened to your parents, when no one could find you…”

“Mrs. Morrison,” I said softly, my own voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry I don’t remember you. I don’t remember anything from before.”

“Margaret? What’s all the commotion-” A man appeared in the doorway behind her, tall and broad-shouldered with silver threading

through his dark hair. The moment his eyes found me, he went completely still. “Holy hell.”

“Robert, watch your language,” Margaret scolded automatically, though she never took her eyes off me.

“Sorry, hon, but…” He shook his head in amazement. “Sera? Is it really you, little wolf?”

Margaret stepped back and gestured us inside. “Come in, come in. We can’t have this conversation on the front porch.” She wiped her

eyes with the back of her hand, though fresh tears continued to fall. “I need to call Eleanor and Tom. They’re not going to believe-”

“Mom, Caleb interrupted gently. “Maybe we should let Sera settle in first. It’s been a long day.”

house was warm and inviting, with overstuffed

maybe, or stew-drifted from the kitchen, and I could hear the faint sound of

another room.

couch. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can make coffee, or tea,

his tone fond

settled into his recliner with a heavy sigh, his eyes never leaving my face. “We looked for you, you know. After the attack, when the authorities couldn’t find your body with your parents, we held onto hope that maybe you’d survived. We searched every hospital within

you end up?” Margaret asked, perching on the edge of the coffee table so she could be closer to

preparing to tell the abbreviated version of my

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me to another pack territory before she died. The

up with purpose, “we might be able to help with some of

those photo albums?”

she asked, though her eyes lit

the summer gatherings. The ones with all

bounced with excitement. “Oh, yes! Sera, you have to see these. We have pictures of

were tiny.”

armload of photo albums, setting them on the coffee table with

have at Moonrise Lake. Every

weekend of celebrating

The photo on the opening page showed a group

center were a man and woman I

with auburn hair and the exact shade of green eyes I saw in my

morning.

parents,” Margaret

of recognition, some echo of love or memory.

my chest for people I should have

this,” she said, turning the page,

years old, sitting on a blanket by a lake. A little

her arms wrapped around a slightly older boy with serious dark

protective posture.

of me on the couch. “You’d just fallen into

keep you from

of moments I’d lost. There were photos of me and

that were bigger than our

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