Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

Darkness was all I had known for what felt like an eternity.

It was peaceful in a way I’d never experienced before-no pain, no worry, no crushing weight of responsibility

on my shoulders. Just pure, uninterrupted rest.

I floated in that darkness, content and safe, as if I were being cradled by the universe itself. Time had no meaning there. There was no sense of urgency, no pressing need to wake up and face whatever waited for me

in the waking world. For the first time in years, I felt truly, completely at peace.

But slowly, gradually, something began to pull me upward.

The ascent was gentle at first. Warmth began to seep into my awareness, followed by the faintest sensation of weight-my body existing in space, lying on something soft. Then came the sounds: distant and muffled, like hearing voices through water, but gradually growing clearer.

A steady beeping. The soft whoosh of air being circulated. The quiet murmur of voices speaking in hushed,

worried tones.

My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as if they’d been weighted down with stones. The simple act of trying to open them seemed to require more effort than I remembered it ever taking. I struggled against the lethargy that clung to me, fighting to break through the last layers of that peaceful darkness.

When I finally managed to crack my eyes open, the world exploded into harsh, unforgiving light.

I squeezed them shut immediately, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as the brightness sent spikes of pain

through my head. The light was cold and clinical, nothing like the warm, golden glow of sunlight or the soft

flicker of candlelight. It was artificial.

Where was I?

Fighting through the discomfort, I slowly opened my eyes again, this time preparing for the assault of fluorescent lights. As my vision adjusted, shapes began to come into focus around me. White ceiling tiles. White walls. The metallic gleam of medical equipment.

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from monitors connected to me by a web of wires and tubes. An IV drip hung beside my bed, and I could feel the sharp pinch of a needle taped to the back of

was

water in my veins. What had happened to me? Why was

had was… was what

to sit up, but my body felt foreign and unresponsive. My muscles were weak, shaky, as if I hadn’t

long. Even the simple act of lifting my head from the pillow left me

breathless.

turned my head to the side, desperate to get my bearings, to find something familiar

when I saw them-two figures sitting

expressions of

first was a doctor, recognizable by his white coat and the stethoscope draped

what looked like

figure that made

Damien.

a chair pulled right up against my bedside, but he

I knew. His usually perfectly styled hair was disheveled,

wrinkled dress shirt and slacks that looked like

his usual impeccable

was his face that truly shocked me. The strong, confident features I knew

of worry I’d never seen before. Dark circles shadowed his

hollow in

couldn’t quite believe what he

One hand was pressed against his chest, over his heart, as if he was trying

out of his

what was happening, but all that came out was a harsh, rasping croak. My throat

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my voice in weeks. I

came out as barely a whisper, rough and scratchy. I cleared my

and forced myself

of my voice, the doctor fumbling for his clipboard

grasp mine. His fingers were warm and solid

was rough with emotion, breaking on my name as if he couldn’t quite believe he