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 gentle but firm. “Easy does

weakly, though my legs felt like jelly

no argument as he swept me up

protests. “That’s it. Back to bed, right now. Lucas

have cereal for

piped up, his voice rising with

pancakes,

seeing the disappointment on Adrian’s face. “I’m sorry,

them with you, but-”

interrupted, already carrying me toward the stairs

my nausea. “I think I can

with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. “You know how

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with the confidence of a man who had

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

chocolate chips!” Adrian added eagerly, practically skipping alongside

the chocolate chips! Those are

in bed with several pillows

t-shirts that smelled like him and feeling marginally more human. The sounds of kitchen

mixing with what sounded

by Damien’s muttered curses and

a smile. Maybe I should have

whole pancake-making process.

the distinct sound of the smoke alarm being removed

giggles and

Damien finally appeared in the doorway

disheveled and what looked like flour

worried,” he said with a rueful grin that made

just survived. “The pancakes are… rustic. Very rustic. And we

ceiling. But Adrian is extremely proud

at what could generously be called

imagination. They were oddly shaped-some roughly circular, others looking

the edges, and appeared to have been liberally decorated with

chips.

said, and

burst through the bedroom door at that exact moment, his face streaked with flour

what appeared to be the entire contents of our spice

he had a smudge of what might have been vanilla

announced proudly, scrambling onto the bed with the kind

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special pregnancy pancakes! They’re super duper special because

of the pancake, bracing myself for the worst, but

immediately rebel.

delicious,” I told Adrian, who practically

likes

sick like

true. For the first time in days, I felt like I might actually be able to keep breakfast down.

been my constant companion seemed to have retreated, at

sweetheart,” I said, taking another

and carefully placed his small hand on my still-flat

tender in that way that always surprised me-moments when my

years.

he whispered to my belly, his voice soft and