Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

The words hung in the air like a death sentence, each syllable hitting me with the force of a physical blow.

Two distinct life signatures. Two.

My legs gave out completely, and I gripped the edge of Sera’s hospital bed to keep from collapsing to the

floor. The room spun around me in nauseating circles as my brain tried to process what Dr. Whitmore had

just said.

“What the hell does that mean?” I managed to choke out, though somewhere deep in my chest, Alex was

already beginning to understand. My wolf’s excitement was building like a gathering storm, hope and fierce

protectiveness flooding through our bond so intensely it made my hands shake.

Dr. Whitmore’s ancient eyes opened. His weathered hands continued to hover over Sera’s still form,

trembling slightly with either age or the magnitude of what he was sensing.

“There’s a second heartbeat,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe that made the hair on the back of my

neck stand up. “Very faint, very new, but definitely present. Alpha… your mate is pregnant.”

The words hit me like a freight train.

Pregnant.

“How far along?” The question scraped my throat raw.

Dr. Whitmore closed his eyes again, his hands moving in slow, careful patterns over Sera’s abdomen. “Based

on the life force I’m sensing… perhaps six to seven weeks. The pregnancy is very early, but the child’s essence

is remarkably strong.”

“Is that why she won’t wake up?” Panic clawed at my chest as new fears crashed over me. “Is something

wrong with the pregnancy? Is that what’s causing the coma?”

“Not causing it, no” Dr. Whitmore’s voice carried the patient authority of someone who had delivered

impossible news to panicked families for decades. “But it’s definitely related. Your mate’s body is doing

something I’ve never seen before, Alpha, She’s channeling every ounce of her considerable life force into

protecting the developing child.”

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through my

on seventeen critically wounded wolves…” The elderly doctor paused, choosing his words carefully. “That level of energy expenditure should have killed her

is

catch myself against the wall to keep from falling.

she should be dead?”

stared down at Sera’s peaceful face, my heart hammering so hard I could hear my

lying there, surrounded by beeping machines

is keeping her alive?” I

Dr. Whitmore corrected gently. “The child

the child with everything she

will she wake up?” The question burned my throat like

equipment, his movements

both life forces are growing

into the bedside chair that had become my second home over the

I reached out to place them gently on Sera’s still-flat

I’d

sweetheart?” I whispered into the silence, my voice cracking with emotion.

brother or sister in there, helping you fight your way

ten days, I felt something that resembled hope. But it was a terrifying kind of hope,

eternity and every small sound from the monitors

rate into dangerous territory.

must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing I knew, Lucas was shaking my shoulder gently. Sunlight was streaming through the hospital

rounds.

studying Sera’s face for signs of

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I said

the floor with a crash that sent hot liquid splashing

sterile tile.

words felt surreal coming out of my mouth, like

unconscious so

Christ.” Lucas sank into the visitor’s chair, his face pale

hours, the improvement in Sera’s condition became

grayish pallor that had terrified me gradually giving way to a

deepened, became more regular. Most importantly, when I held

felt the

I murmured, pressing desperate kisses to her knuckles. “I

goddamn much I

painting the room in shades of gold

happened.

day at school-how he’d drawn

included a new baby sister, how he’d asked his teacher if mommy wolves slept longer when

cubs-when I

slightest movement. Barely perceptible, but definitely

hand had squeezed

heart stopped, then started again with a violent thud that made my vision blur around the

you hear

nothing. Then her eyelids fluttered-just the barest tremor of movement, but enough to

emotion so intense