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.”

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

the night to get her running

though my heart

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

came stumbling out of

said ‘creature’ made my lips twitch despite everything, “Creature?”

what used to be a hotel cleaning uniform-you

like she’d been through a blender. Hair sticking up in every direction, makeup smeared

let’s just

expression a mixture of horror and

entire perfume factory into a garbage disposal and then lit

of dread in my stomach, I found myself fighting back a laugh.

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nose-burning, make-you-question-your-will-to-live levels of awful.” Caleb

window and batted her eyelashes at

flashbacks.”

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

to gather his thoughts, then continued with the careful precision of someone recounting important

something in her hands-something that caught the early morning light and threw it

maybe it was brass or some cheap costume jewelry, but when she

obviously expensive. Real gold, unless I

went completely dry.

eyes never leaving my face. “Shaped

stores, not clutched in the hands of a