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.”

the house was warm and inviting, with overstuffed furniture and family photos covering every

the kitchen, and I could hear the faint sound of a television

another room.

toward the living room couch. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can make coffee, or tea,

again, his tone fond but firm.

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 miles, called

the edge of the coffee table so she could be closer to me. “How did

tell the abbreviated version of my story. “A woman named

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territory before she

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

those photo albums?”

ones?” she asked, though her eyes

the summer gatherings.

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

were tiny.”

an armload of photo

gatherings we used to have at Moonrise Lake. Every year,

a weekend of celebrating

I gasped. The photo on the opening page showed

with laughter. In the center were a man and woman I didn’t recognize

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

morning.

parents,” Margaret

for some spark of recognition, some echo of love or memory. But

chest

she said, turning the page, “is

maybe three or four years old, sitting

grinning at the camera, her arms wrapped around a slightly older boy with serious dark eyes and

protective posture.

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

to keep you from doing

moments I’d lost.

cream cones that were bigger than

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