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.”

the memories came flooding back. “I was there on a job-some rich guy’s vintage Porsche

most of the night to get her

about Anna,” I interrupted, though my heart was already hammering

I was, around

this… *creature* came stumbling out of

way he said ‘creature’ made my lips twitch despite

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

looked like she’d been through a blender. Hair sticking up

well, let’s just say

back against the seat, his expression a mixture of horror and

into a garbage disposal and then

of dread in my stomach, I found myself

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make-you-question-your-will-to-live levels of

batted her eyelashes at me,

flashbacks.”

implications hit

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

in her hands-something that caught the early morning

or some cheap costume jewelry, but when she got

obviously expensive. Real gold, unless I miss

mouth went completely dry.

confirmed, his eyes never leaving my face. “Shaped like a wolf, with incredibly detailed engravings. The kind

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