Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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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.”

with overstuffed furniture and family photos

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

another room.

insisted, ushering me toward the living room couch.

again, his tone fond but firm. “She’s not going anywhere.

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 five hundred

you end up?” Margaret asked, perching on the edge of the coffee

preparing to tell the abbreviated version of my

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managed to get me to another pack territory before she

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

those photo albums?”

asked, though her

ones from the summer gatherings. The ones with all the

practically bounced with excitement. “Oh, yes! Sera, you have to see these.

were tiny.”

a hallway and returned with an armload of photo albums, setting them

at Moonrise Lake. Every year, all the northern packs would

weekend of celebrating and

photo on the opening page

the center were a man and woman

a beautiful woman with auburn hair and the exact shade of green eyes I saw

morning.

Margaret said

finger, searching for some spark of recognition, some echo of love or

in my chest for people I should have

she said, turning the page, “is

small children, maybe three or four years old, sitting on a blanket

grinning at the camera, her arms

protective posture.

the other side of me on the couch. “You’d just fallen into the lake trying to catch a

you

of moments I’d lost. There

cones that were bigger than our heads. In every picture, we

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