Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 97

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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.

that was making it difficult to eat, sleep, or concentrate on anything else. I found

as if I could will it to deliver good news

said, setting a plate of soup and crackers on

staying at the mansion to help with

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I said automatically, though my stomach

had taken its

using the tone that

watching everything you

Ophelia asked quietly, settling into the chair across from the

my head, not trusting my voice

she said with fierce conviction. “Damien is

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

But

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

not to imagine all the

into the bedroom asking about

truck.

eyes are all red,” he observed with

admitted, seeing no point in lying to him. “Sometimes

about people they love.

his small hand, the gesture so tender

harder.

home. He

and gotten Adrian settled with breakfast, I threw myself

focus on the work, on the responsibilities that couldn’t

at bay for a

the same-no incidents, no threats, no news of any

but instead it felt ominous, like the calm before a devastating

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