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.”

warm and inviting, with overstuffed furniture and family photos covering every available surface. The

kitchen, and I could

another room.

sit, Margaret insisted, ushering me toward the living room couch.

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

the attack, when the authorities couldn’t find your body with your parents, we held onto hope that maybe

edge of the

a shaky breath, preparing to tell the abbreviated version of

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to get me to another pack territory before she died. The Nightshadow

standing up with purpose, “we might be able to help

those photo albums?”

ones?” she asked, though her eyes

ones from the summer gatherings.

see these. We have

were tiny.”

an armload of photo albums,

to have at Moonrise Lake. Every year, all the northern

weekend of celebrating and

first album, and I gasped. The photo on the opening page showed a group of adults standing around a picnic table,

In the center were a man and woman

hair and the exact

morning.

Margaret said

traced their faces with my finger, searching for some spark of recognition, some echo of love or memory. But there was nothing

hollow ache in my chest for people I should have

turning the

or four years old, sitting on a

at the camera, her arms wrapped around a slightly older boy with serious

protective posture.

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

to keep you from doing it

of moments I’d lost. There were photos of

bigger than our heads. In

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