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.

his voice

my legs felt

he said, his tone brooking no argument as he swept me up

to bed, right now.

have

voice rising with distress. “Mommy promised

baby wants pancakes,

on Adrian’s face. “I’m

them with you, but-”

Damien interrupted, already carrying me toward the stairs with

despite my nausea. “I think

eyes went wide with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. “You know

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Damien said with the confidence of a

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

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

the chocolate chips! Those are

later, I was propped up in bed with several pillows behind my back, wearing one of

smelled like him and feeling

downstairs-Adrian’s excited chatter mixing with

followed by Damien’s muttered curses and the

back a smile. Maybe I should

whole pancake-making process.

sound of the smoke

delighted giggles and Damien’s exasperated

Damien finally appeared

looked like

that made him look boyishly handsome despite

“The pancakes are… rustic. Very rustic. And we may need to replace the

is extremely proud of his

looking down at what could generously be called pancakes if

were oddly

appeared to have been liberally decorated with

chips.

I said, and meant

bedroom door at that exact moment,

shirt decorated with what appeared to be the

at odd angles, and he had a smudge of what might have been vanilla extract on

made!” he announced proudly, scrambling onto the bed with the

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

took a bite of the pancake, bracing myself for the worst, but to

immediately rebel.

Adrian, who

“The baby likes them too,

like the toast

in days, I felt like I might actually be able to

my constant companion seemed to have

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

small hand on my

way that always surprised me-moments

years.

voice soft and sweet. “It’s me, your big brother Adrian. Did