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.

he murmured against my hair, his voice

okay,” I protested weakly, though my legs felt like jelly

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

bed, right now. Lucas can handle the security

here can have cereal for

rising with distress. “Mommy promised we could

baby wants pancakes, not boring

on Adrian’s face. “I’m

them with you, but-”

Damien interrupted, already carrying me

flutter despite my nausea. “I

excitement and

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the confidence of

“Flour, eggs, milk, right? Mix it all together and cook it

chips!” Adrian added eagerly, practically skipping alongside

Those are the most

I was propped up in bed with several pillows behind my back,

and feeling marginally more

downstairs-Adrian’s excited chatter mixing with

Damien’s muttered curses and the sound of

fighting back a smile. Maybe I should have

whole pancake-making process.

distinct sound of the smoke alarm being removed

delighted giggles and

finally

what looked like flour dusting

he said with a rueful grin that made him look boyishly handsome despite the

are… rustic. Very rustic. And we may need to

also the kitchen ceiling. But Adrian is extremely proud of

accepted the plate he offered, looking down at what could generously be

lot of imagination. They were oddly

and appeared

chips.

perfect,” I said, and meant

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

shirt decorated with what appeared to be the entire contents

and he had a smudge of what might have been vanilla

Mommy! Look what we made!” he announced proudly, scrambling onto the

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special pregnancy pancakes! They’re super duper special

of the pancake, bracing myself for the

immediately rebel.

delicious,” I told Adrian, who

he asked, bouncing again. “The baby likes them too, right? I can tell! They’re not

sick like the toast

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

constant companion seemed to

be right, sweetheart,” I said, taking

small hand on my still-flat stomach, his expression growing

me-moments when my little boy showed wisdom

years.

to my belly, his voice soft and sweet. “It’s me, your