Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The peaceful moment in the garden was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps on the gravel path.

Lucas appeared around the corner of the main building, his expression grim and his usually perfect posture

slightly disheveled.

“Damien,” he called out, his voice carrying the urgency that meant bad news. “We need to talk. Now.”

Damien immediately shifted into his Alpha King mode, his entire demeanor changing from the gentle mate

who’d been listening to my theories to the commanding leader his pack needed him to be. But his hand

remained on mine, a small anchor of comfort in what was clearly about to become a difficult conversation.

“What happened?” Damien asked, rising from the bench but keeping me close to his side.

Lucas’s eyes flicked to me briefly. The hesitation lasted only a moment before he seemed to remember that I

was no longer the omega assistant who needed to be protected from pack business.

“Three more patrols hit in the past six hours,” Lucas reported, his voice tight with frustration. “Same pattern

as before-coordinated strikes designed to inflict maximum casualties without engaging in prolonged

combat. We’ve got eight more warriors down, and morale is starting to crack.”

I felt my stomach clench with anxiety. “How bad are the injuries?” I asked, already starting to rise from the

bench.

“They’re being treated,” Lucas assured me, though his expression softened slightly at my obvious concern.

“The medical team is doing everything they can. What we need now is a strategy to stop this from happening

again.”

Damien ran his free hand through his hair. “Have the patrols been able to track the rogues back to their

base?”

“That’s the problem,” Lucas said, his frustration evident. “These aren’t random attacks. The rogues are hitting our patrols and then vanishing into the wilderness like ghosts. Our tracking teams can follow their scent for maybe half a mile before the trail goes completely cold.”

“Magic?” I suggested.

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grimly. “Or they’re just better at covering their

to them discuss patrol routes and defensive strategies, something began to crystallize in my mind. The pattern Lucas was describing, the

about

wrong?” I said suddenly, interrupting

schedules.

attention that I could tell were masking some doubt. I was still new to this whole alpha thing, still

I thought about it, the more

Damien said, and I could hear in his voice that he

than just humoring me.

stood up from the bench, needing to pace as I organized my thoughts. “The rogues

or inflict maximum casualties,” I began, my mind racing as the

to exhaust your resources.”

“What do you

I saw the strategy

have to pull warriors from other duties to provide medical

and thinner

silver-blue eyes were sharp with interest now. “Go

the corporate raids I

to acquire a smaller one,

bid.”

think the rogues are trying to destabilize our border defenses,” Lucas

beginning to dawn

think they’re trying to make you so desperate to stop the attacks that you’ll pull

about it-if you keep reinforcing the border patrols, eventually you’ll have to weaken your defenses somewhere else. The capital, the pack lands, the economic

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still, the way he did when he was processing information that could

our border defenses,” he said quietly.

opening

a rush of satisfaction at having my

real target is probably something

“It would explain why they’re so careful not to engage

it?” Damien asked, and the fact

took a deep breath, knowing that what I was

deal with a manipulation was to turn it back

think they want,” I said carefully. “We make them believe

in confusion, and I could practically see the

said quickly, raising my hands to forestall their protests.

patrols? Made it look like the attacks had been so effective that we couldn’t

coverage?”

his voice carrying the tone of someone trying not

leave our

as I