Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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58 Chapter 58

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.

voice drifted from the

taking

you for letting me,”

do it again sometime? Even

want me

drowsy satisfaction. “I like having

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in my own apartment, checking messages and trying to process the strange sense of accomplishment that came from successfully keeping a four-year-old alive and happy for an entire day. My phone buzzed with a text

Ophelia texted me

pancakes and went

probably.*

response came within seconds: *Thank

job.* I typed

you safe?* I

processing

phone buzzed again, this time with a message that made

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

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

belly as I

About us.

I typed back, my fingers slightly unsteady.

apartment and finding you on the couch with Adrian asleep in your arms. About how domestic and

MINE you’d look.*

responding instantly to the possessive heat

would

put Adrian to bed? I’d come back to find you waiting for me. I’d crawl into your lap and

you.*

caught as more messages appeared in rapid

way you growl my name

me feel.*

*Sera…*

touching myself right now, thinking about you. Wishing it