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.

sixth day brought no news, no contact, and no relief from the crushing anxiety that was making

if I could will it to deliver good news

eat something,” Ophelia said, setting a plate

staying at the mansion to help

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though

had taken its place as

using the tone that meant she wasn’t taking no

is watching everything you

word?” Ophelia asked quietly, settling into the

shook my head, not trusting my voice

“Damien

in, it’s not

to believe her. But

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

ceiling and trying not to imagine

Adrian bounced into the bedroom asking about breakfast,

truck.

your eyes are all red,” he observed with typical four-year-old bluntness. “Did

I admitted, seeing no point in lying to him. “Sometimes grown-ups cry

about people they love.

gesture so tender and mature that

harder.

whispered. “Daddy always comes home. He

gotten Adrian settled with breakfast, I threw myself into

I could just focus on the work, on the responsibilities that couldn’t

at bay for a few

the same-no incidents,

instead it felt ominous, like

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