Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

After another sleepless night spent tossing in his bed, I was eager to keep my hands and mind busy with something productive. Caleb and I set out to find anyone who might remember my family.

“There are a few elderly pack members who chose to stay in the area,” Caleb explained as we walked down a tree-lined street that felt both foreign and familiar. “Most of them live alone now, but they might remember details about your parents or the attack that never

made it into the official reports.”

The first two houses we visited yielded nothing useful. One was empty, its windows dark and garden overgrown with weeds. At the second, a frail woman answered the door but became confused the moment I introduced myself, insisting I looked exactly like someone

named Dorothy who’d died thirty years ago.

It wasn’t until we reached a small cottage at the end of a dead-end street that we found someone who might actually help.

“That’s Mr. Garrison,” Caleb said quietly as we approached the front porch. “He lived about a quarter mile from our neighborhood.”

The man who answered our knock was ancient, with wisps of white hair and clouded eyes that seemed to look through us rather than at

His clothes hung loose on his thin frame, and his hands shook as he gripped the doorframe for support.

“Mr. Garrison?” I said gently, trying to keep my voice calm and non-threatening. “My name is Seraphina. I was hoping you might

remember my parents, Alpha and Luna from the Northern Ridge Pack?”

The old man’s eyes sharpened suddenly, focusing on my face with an intensity that made me step back. Then his expression crumbled,

and he began muttering under his breath in a voice too low for me to understand.

“The little wolf,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking. “The little wolf with green eyes. They said you were dead.”

My heart leaped with hope. “Mr. Garrison, do you remember what happened? The night of the attack?”

But his moment of clarity was already fading. He began shaking his head violently, backing away from the door as if I were something to

be feared.

secrets,” he muttered.

the door in our

hand finding my shoulder as disappointment crashed over me. “The attack really messed him up. He’s

been the same since.”

door, feeling the weight of all the lost memories, all the answers that

the morning air growing warmer as the sun climbed higher. The neighborhood around us told the story of a community slowly dying-half the houses were empty, yards overgrown, “For Sale” signs faded by weather and

south after the attack, Caleb explained when he noticed my attention drifting to the

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to stay, even with the rogues supposedly cleared out. The ones who

abandon

as a shortcut back to

rose to attention, alert and ready. The memory of being chased through these same northern territories just forty-eight hours ago came flooding back,

my tension because he immediately stepped closer, his entire body coiling like a spring ready to strike. Without hesitation, he positioned himself directly in front of me, one arm sweeping back to keep me

Caleb’s back, my hands fisting in his

figures burst from the undergrowth like they’d been shot from a cannon-a young couple, maybe college-aged, their

and both wearing expressions of

girl shrieked, frantically trying to button her shirt while hopping

didn’t think anyone else

nearly tripped over a fallen log in his haste

really sorry! We’ll just-we’re going

deer, the boy’s shoes still untied and

the woods with a chorus of mortified squeaks

that

acutely aware that I was still pressed against Caleb’s back, my hands still fisted in his shirt,

of his heartbeat, could smell the clean scent of

masculine and comforting.

position. I jerked backward like I’d been electrocuted, while he