Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

5163 Chapter 63

Seraphina’s POV 1

The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. Adrian’s father. Damien had just claimed to be Adrian’s father, with that commanding alpha authority that brooked no argument.

My hands trembled as I gripped the wooden spoon, the pasta sauce forgotten as I stared at Damien in shock. His silver-blue eyes met mine across the suddenly silent kitchen, and in them I saw absolute certainty, possessive determination, and something else-a

challenge.

Caleb’s face went pale, his eyes darting between Damien and me with growing understanding.

“I…” The words stuck in my throat. How could I explain this?

Adrian, bless his innocent heart, seemed completely oblivious to the earth-shattering revelation that had just been dropped. He was still

holding Damien’s hand, looking up at him with those bright eyes.

“You’re my daddy?” Adrian asked with the kind of simple directness that only children possessed. There was no confusion in his voice, no

doubt-just acceptance and a kind of wondering joy.

“This is…” Caleb’s voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again. “This is Adrian’s father?”

Heat flooded my cheeks. There was no way to make this less awkward. “Caleb,” I said quietly, “this is Damien Nightshadow. He’s… he’s

my…”

The words caught in my throat again. What was Damien to me? My mate? My boss? All of the above?

Damien rose to his full height, keeping one protective hand on Adrian’s shoulder. When he spoke, his voice carried that alpha authority

that made my knees weak.

“I’m Sera’s mate,” he said simply, and the possessive way he said it made my stomach flip.

“I see,” Caleb said stiffly. His friendly demeanor had completely disappeared, replaced by something cooler, more distant. “I wasn’t aware

that Sera was in a relationship.”

“I actually wanted to tell you,” I said, relief flooding through me as I found the right words. “About Damien and me, I mean. But every time

I tried to bring it up while I was here, something would interrupt us.”

as understanding took its place. A

he nodded.

about right,” he said with

stepping closer to me. The heat of his body at my back was

on my shoulder, a warm, possessive weight that made

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a lot recently,” he said, and there was warning in his voice. “Family

them.”

see how it made

didn’t

mentioned some family

word ‘support’ came out like he was

apparently deciding the grown-ups were being boring, “can we

sweetheart,” I said, my voice only slightly shaky.

on something-anything-other than the suffocating tension that had

like a

chopping vegetables.

of focused intensity usually reserved for defusing

The silence was deafening.

the pasta sauce with perhaps more vigor than strictly necessary, hyperaware of the two large males flanking me like

me for the salt at the exact same moment Caleb

if it

“Salt, Damien said curtly.

replied with

weirdness surrounding him. He zoomed between our legs, nearly

hand on my shoulder. Caleb stepped sideways to avoid the small missile that was my

mumbled simultaneously, then glared at each

into what appeared to be an interpretive dance

between the refrigerator and

the pan. The sauce was bubbling ominously. Adrian had progressed to some

routine that involved jumping from chair to chair while making

over.

and shouting at all three of them to GET OUT when the blessed sound

the trip to the mysterious northern territories go? Did you find what you were looking