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.

Adrian’s sleepy voice drifted

for taking care of

letting

do it again sometime? Even when

me to,

with drowsy satisfaction. “I like

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later, I was finally settled 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

Ophelia texted me about her mom.

had pancakes and went to

probably.*

seconds: *Thank you so

job.*

you safe?*

Just processing a lot

with a message that

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

followed by another: *Is it wrong that I’m getting

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

About us.

back, my fingers slightly

apartment and finding you on the couch with

MINE you’d look.*

instantly to the possessive heat in her words.

then what would happen?* I

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

you.*

caught as more messages appeared in

about your hands on me. About the way you growl my name when you’re buried inside me.

me feel.*

*Sera…*

now, thinking about you. Wishing it was your