Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

For all his maturity, Adrian was still just four years old, and this was the longest he’d ever been separated from his mother.

“I know she does,” I said firmly. “She probably misses you so much it makes her tummy hurt a little bit.”

“Like when I miss her at school?”

“Exactly like that. But she’ll be home soon, and then she’ll want to hear about everything we did today.”

Adrian considered this seriously, then nodded with satisfaction. “I’m going to tell her about the pancakes and the playground and how you read with the funny voices.”

We ordered pizza for dinner-a decision that Adrian greeted with the enthusiasm usually reserved for major holidays.

Getting him into pajamas and settled for the night was easier than I’d expected. He guided me through each step with patient

instruction.

“Now we read one more story, and then you turn on the nightlight, and then you say goodnight,” he explained as we settled into his bed with yet another book about anthropomorphic animals learning valuable life lessons.

“What kind of goodnight?” I asked, genuinely curious about the specifics of his bedtime ritual.

“Just regular goodnight. But sometimes Mommy sings, but you don’t have to sing because boys don’t always like singing.”

“Some boys like singing,” I pointed out, though I was secretly grateful not to be expected to perform a lullaby.

“Do you like singing?”

“Not particularly,” I admitted.

“That’s okay. Mommy says people are good at different things, and that’s what makes the world interesting.”

After the final story was read and the nightlight was activated according to his precise specifications, I stood in his doorway feeling oddly reluctant to leave. The day had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced-challenging in ways I hadn’t expected, but also deeply

rewarding.

sleepy voice

taking

for letting me,” I

do it again sometime? Even when Aunt Ophelia

me to,

he said with drowsy satisfaction.

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breathing slow and deepen as sleep claimed him. An hour later, I was finally settled in my own apartment, checking messages and trying to process

texted me

quickly: *He was perfect. We had pancakes and went to the park. He’s currently sleeping and dreaming about

probably.*

within seconds: *Thank

a job.* I

you safe?* I

safe. Just processing

time with a message that made

thinking about you. About today, about Adrian, about coming home to

another: *Is it wrong that I’m getting turned on just thinking about you taking care of

belly as I imagined her alone in some distant hotel room, thinking about

About us.

wrong at all,* I typed back, my fingers slightly unsteady. *Tell

walking into our apartment and finding you on the couch with Adrian asleep in your arms. About

MINE you’d look.*

my body responding instantly to the possessive heat in her

then what would

you waiting for

you.*

breath caught as more messages

on me. About the way you growl my name when you’re buried inside me. About how desperate

me feel.*

*Sera…*

touching myself right now, thinking about you. Wishing it was your