Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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97 Chapter 97

Seraphina’s POV 1

The silence from Damien felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. I sat behind his desk-our

desk-staring at the stack of reports that needed my attention, but the words kept blurring together as my

mind wandered to all the terrible possibilities that could explain his prolonged absence.

*Damien? Please, if you can hear this…* I tried the mindlink again, pushing the thought out with all the

desperate hope I could muster. The response was the same empty void.

“Luna?” Marcus’s gruff voice brought me back to the present. He was standing in the doorway with his usual

serious expression. “The morning briefing is ready whenever you are.”

I forced myself to straighten my shoulders and project the confidence everyone expected from their Luna.

“Of course. Give me just a moment.”

As Marcus left to gather the others, I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to center myself.

*He’s fine,* I told myself firmly.

But nothing about this felt normal.

The briefing went smoothly enough. Border patrols reported continued quiet-no rogue sightings, no

unusual activity, nothing that suggested any immediate threat. Everything was exactly as it should be.

So why did I feel like something was terribly wrong?

After the briefing, I retreated to the office and immediately tried the mindlink again. *Damien, I’m really

starting to worry now. Please, just let me know you’re okay.*

Silence.

and no relief from the crushing anxiety that was making it difficult to eat, sleep, or concentrate on anything else. I

will

eat something,” Ophelia said, setting a plate of soup and crackers on the

the mansion to help

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not really hungry,” I said automatically, though my stomach was

subsided, but anxiety had taken its place as an

firmly, using the tone

Adrian is watching

asked quietly, settling into the chair across from

shook my head, not trusting

she said with fierce conviction. “Damien is the

from checking in, it’s not because he can’t

believe her. But the silence was

dawned gray and overcast, matching my mood perfectly. I’d barely slept,

and trying not to imagine all the horrible things that could

into the bedroom asking about breakfast, I felt like I’d been

truck.

observed with typical four-year-old bluntness. “Did you

in lying

about people they love.

his small hand, the gesture

harder.

home. He promised

and gotten Adrian settled with breakfast, I

on the work, on

the fear at bay for

morning briefing revealed more of the same-no incidents, no threats, no news of any kind.

been reassuring, but instead it felt ominous, like the calm before a

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