Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

When Caleb mentioned seeing Anna before, something sharp and urgent twisted in my chest. I leaned forward slightly, my alpha

instincts suddenly on high alert.

“Where exactly did you see her?” I asked, my voice carefully controlled despite the storm brewing beneath the surface.

Caleb stared out the window for what felt like an eternity, his brow creased in concentration. The city lights streaked past us in blurs of gold and white, but he seemed completely oblivious to the scenery, lost in some distant memory.

Caleb’s fingers drummed against his thigh in an absent rhythm, his eyes still fixed on some point beyond the glass. Then suddenly, his

entire body went rigid.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his hand flying to his forehead as if the memory had physically struck him. “Oh my *God*, I can’t believe I

didn’t make the connection sooner!”

“What?” I leaned forward, every muscle in my body coiled tight. “What do you remember?”

“It was five years ago!” Caleb spun to face me, his eyes wide with the kind of shocked recognition that made my stomach drop to

somewhere around my ankles. “Five years ago, at the Moonlight Grand Hotel!”

The Moonlight Grand. The same hotel where I’d spent that unforgettable night with my mystery woman. The same hotel where I’d left

my pendant beside a sleeping figure I’d never been able to find again.

Tell me everything,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Every single detail.”

flooding back. “I was there on a job-some rich guy’s vintage Porsche had broken down in the hotel’s underground parking garage. Real piece of

car. Took me most of the night

though

waved a hand impatiently. “So there I was, around six in the morning, packing up my tools and thinking

came stumbling out of the hotel’s

way he said ‘creature’ made my lips twitch

“Picture this: a woman wearing what used to be a hotel cleaning

a blender. Hair sticking up in every direction, makeup

just say she looked

the seat, his expression a mixture of horror and dark

factory into a garbage

the growing knot of dread in my stomach,

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make-you-question-your-will-to-live levels of awful.” Caleb gestured wildly

when she leaned into the car window and batted her eyelashes at me, it was the exact same

flashbacks.”

drained from the moment as the implications hit me full force. “What was

then continued with the careful

caught the early morning light and threw

I thought maybe it was brass or some cheap costume jewelry,

Intricate craftsmanship, obviously expensive. Real gold, unless I

completely

face. “Shaped like a wolf, with

high-end jewelry stores, not clutched in the hands of