Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

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

protested weakly, though my legs felt like

he said, his tone brooking no argument as he swept

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

can have

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

pancakes,

Adrian’s face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to

them with you, but-”

make pancakes,” Damien interrupted, already carrying me

my nausea. “I think I can

of excitement and skepticism. “You know

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said with the confidence of a man who had clearly never

Mix it all together and cook it

eagerly, practically skipping alongside

chips! Those

with several pillows behind my back, wearing

smelled like him and feeling marginally more human. The

from downstairs-Adrian’s excited chatter mixing with what

by Damien’s muttered curses and the sound of something clattering to the

a smile. Maybe I should have

whole pancake-making process.

distinct sound of the smoke alarm being removed from the

giggles and Damien’s

called out when Damien finally appeared in the doorway carrying a

like flour dusting his

grin that made him look boyishly handsome despite the chaos

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

ceiling. But Adrian is extremely proud of his contribution to the cooking

plate he offered, looking down at what could generously be called pancakes if

were oddly shaped-some roughly circular, others looking more

and appeared to

chips.

perfect,” I said,

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

syrup, his shirt decorated with what appeared to be the entire contents of our spice cabinet. His

and he had a smudge of what might

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

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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, my

immediately rebel.

I told Adrian,

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

sick like the

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

my constant companion seemed to have

sweetheart,” I said, taking another bite.

hand on

surprised me-moments when my little boy showed wisdom

years.

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