Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Three weeks had passed since the interrogation room incident, and the sudden silence from the rogue camps was more unnerving than any attack could have been.

I stood at the kitchen window of Damien’s-our-mansion, watching the morning mist rise from the gardens.

while my hands cradled a cup of ginger tea. The warmth felt good against my palms, and the familiar scent helped settle the queasy feeling that had become my constant companion over the past week.

“No movement on any of the border sensors,” Lucas reported from the dining room, his voice carrying the

same tense confusion that had marked all our recent security briefings. “It’s been eighteen days since the last confirmed rogue sighting.”

“That’s not normal,” I heard Damien reply, the worry evident in his tone despite his attempt to sound calm. “Rogues don’t just disappear. They regroup; they plan, they-”

A sudden wave of nausea hit me like a freight train, cutting off my eavesdropping as I rushed toward the

nearest bathroom. My hand flew to my mouth, but I barely made it to the toilet before my body betrayed me

yet again.

“Mommy?” Adrian’s concerned voice came from the doorway as I knelt on the cold marble floor, trying to catch my breath. “Are you sick again?”

I wiped my mouth with a damp washcloth and attempted what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Just morning sickness, sweetheart. The baby doesn’t like it when Mommy eats certain things.”

Adrian’s little eyebrows furrowed with the kind of serious concern that looked almost comical on his four-

year-old face. He tilted his head to one side, studying me with those silver-blue eyes that were so much like

his father’s.

“But Mommy, you threw up yesterday too. And the day before that.” He held up his small fingers, counting carefully, “That’s three whole times! Maybe the baby is just really picky about food?”

Despite feeling like I’d been hit by a truck, I couldn’t help but laugh at his earnest expression. “You know what, sweetheart? I think you might be onto something there.”

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“Maybe the baby would like pancakes better than toast,” Adrian suggested, his face lighting up with the kind of innocent logic that only a four-year-old could possess. “I mean, who doesn’t like pancakes? They’re fluffy and sweet and you can put syrup on them and make smiley faces!”

He bounced on his toes with excitement, his dark curls bouncing with the movement. “And maybe we’re similar! Like, maybe the baby has good taste like me! I always choose the best snacks.”

“That’s actually brilliant thinking,” I said, reaching out to ruffle his already messy hair. “Want to help me make

some? We could make them extra special for the baby.”

Adrian’s entire face lit up like Christmas morning. “Really? Can I crack the eggs again? I promise I’ll be more

careful this time! Last time I only got a little bit of shell in the bowl, and Daddy said that was actually pretty

good for a beginner.”

I struggled to my feet. But the moment I stood up, the world tilted sideways and I immediately regretted the

quick movement as another wave of dizziness washed over me.

Strong arms caught me before I could sway too far, and I found myself pressed against Damien’s solid chest.

His familiar scent-that warm combination of sandalwood and something indefinably masculine that was

purely him-helped ground me even as his concern radiated through our bond like a physical warmth.

against my hair, his voice

my legs felt like jelly beneath

you’re not,” he said, his tone brooking no argument as he swept me up in his arms

now. Lucas can handle the security

here can have

up, his voice rising with distress. “Mommy promised we could make pancakes!

wants pancakes,

face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I

them with you, but-”

Damien interrupted, already carrying me toward the stairs with the

flutter despite my nausea. “I think I

went wide with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. “You know how to make

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with the confidence

complicated than toast. “Flour, eggs, milk, right? Mix it all together

chocolate chips!” Adrian added eagerly, practically skipping alongside us as we headed

chips! Those are the

I was propped up in bed with several pillows

that smelled like him and feeling marginally more human. The sounds

up from downstairs-Adrian’s excited chatter mixing with

muttered curses and the sound of something

smile.

whole pancake-making process.

distinct sound of the smoke alarm being

delighted giggles and Damien’s

when Damien finally appeared

what looked like flour dusting

he said with a rueful grin that made him look boyishly

Very rustic. And we may

ceiling. But Adrian is extremely

he offered, looking down at what could

were oddly shaped-some roughly circular,

art-slightly burnt around the edges, and appeared to have been liberally

chips.

said, and meant

bedroom door at that exact moment, his face streaked with flour and what

decorated with what appeared to be the entire contents of our spice cabinet. His hair

a smudge of

Mommy! Look what we made!” he announced proudly,

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small children possessed. “I made you special pregnancy pancakes! They’re super duper

a bite of the pancake, bracing myself for the worst, but to my complete surprise,

immediately rebel.

absolutely delicious,” I told Adrian, who practically glowed with

asked, bouncing again. “The baby likes them too, right? I can

sick like the toast

the first time in days, I felt like I might actually be able to

companion seemed to have retreated,

think you might be right, sweetheart,” I said, taking another bite. “You

and carefully placed his small hand on my

that always surprised me-moments when my little

years.

my belly, his voice soft and sweet. “It’s me, your big brother Adrian.