Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

The moment I heard Sera was coming home, I couldn’t think about anything else. I’d been checking my phone every few minutes, my wolf Alex pacing restlessly under my skin. I couldn’t focus on work at all.

Anna had cornered me just as I was heading for the door.

“Damien, we really need to go over these quarterly reports,” she said, spreading papers across my desk with that clingy smile of hers.

“The numbers don’t add up, and the board meeting is tomorrow.”

“It can wait,” I said, already reaching for my jacket.

“But this is important business,” Anna insisted, pressing closer than necessary. “Surely more important than whatever domestic issue is

calling you away?”

“The reports can wait until morning.”

She kept talking, batting her eyelashes and leaning closer every time she made a point about the reports. Her perfectly manicured

fingers would “accidentally” brush against my arm as she reached for documents, and she kept tilting her head in that calculated way

that made her blonde hair cascade over one shoulder.

“You work so hard, Damien,” she purred, her voice dropping to what she probably thought was a seductive whisper. “You deserve

someone who truly appreciates your dedication to the company.” Her hand lingered on my desk, fingertips drumming in a pattern

designed to draw attention to her expensive manicure.

By the time I finally escaped the office, brushing past her with barely contained irritation, I was wound tight as a spring. Every instinct

screamed at me to get home, to make sure Sera was safe, to wash the cloying scent of Anna’s desperation from my memory.

Now, climbing the stairs to her apartment, I could smell her familiar scent of lavender and vanilla growing stronger. But there was

something else mixed in. My wolf immediately went on high alert.

I could hear laughter through the door as I reached her floor. Adrian’s delighted giggle, Sera’s warm laugh, and another voice-deeper,

unfamiliar, male.

maybe harder than I meant

her voice bright and happy in a way

down the hallway. Adrian was chattering about dinosaurs, but the

this stranger was.

hit me in the kitchen doorway stopped

stirring pasta sauce, her dark hair falling around her shoulders. But right next to her, close enough that they almost touched, stood a man I’d never seen before. Tall, sandy hair, easy smile, holding a dish towel like he

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me like a punch to the

my alpha aura unfurl, filling the kitchen

male straightened immediately, his nostrils flaring as he caught my scent. His eyes sharpened with recognition of what

he didn’t back

I asked, my voice deceptively

confidence, extending his hand. “I’m Caleb Morrison,” he said

just drove down from the northern territories

eyes fixed on his face. “And

flickered in Caleb’s eyes. “We grew up together,” he said simply. “Our fathers were

we were children.”

voice cut through my dark thoughts. I saw concern in her green eyes. “Caleb helped me learn about my family, about

been incredibly

I said carefully. “And you said he’s

steadily, and I saw something there that

childhood friends,”

tension, chose that

“Look, this

he’s staying for dinner!”

kitchen with predatory grace, every line of my body radiating territorial aggression. “Is that so?” I said.

said, the word dripping

and I saw his hands clench

voice carrying a warning. “Caleb has been nothing but helpful.

somewhere safe

course, I said, forcing my voice level. “How

green eyes flashing with anger, “Caleb went out

help me find answers.

sure he was more than happy to help,” I replied, staring at Caleb as I emphasized the

meaning clear.

straw. Caleb stepped forward, meeting my hostile stare with

was happy to help Sera. She’s one of the most important people in my life, and has