Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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101 Chapter 101

Damien’s POV 1

The morning air was crisp as we made our way deeper into the borderlands, our boots crunching softly

against the fallen leaves that carpeted the forest floor. Three days into our reconnaissance mission, and I was

already missing Sera with an intensity that caught me off guard.

*Focus, Damien.* I shook my head, trying to push away the image of her sleepy smile from this morning

when I’d kissed her goodbye. The way she’d looked in our bed, her dark hair spread across the pillows, one

hand unconsciously resting on her still-flat belly where our child was growing.

“Alpha?” Lucas fell into step beside me, his voice low enough that the six warriors behind us couldn’t hear.

“The tracks we found yesterday are definitely fresh. Rogues were here within the last forty-eight hours.”

I nodded, forcing my attention back to the task at hand. “How many?”

“At least a dozen, maybe more. They’re being careful about covering their trail, but…” He paused, glancing

around at the dense pine trees surrounding us. “Something feels off. The pattern doesn’t match what we’ve

seen before.”

“What kind of pattern?”

with any particular purpose.” He crouched

“Look at this. They’re

out my satellite phone, checking the signal strength. Still

base, which meant I could contact Sera if needed. The thought eased some of the tension

chest.

I ordered, my voice carrying the unmistakable tone

minutes, we had our gear secured and were heading deeper

almost pleasant clear skies, good visibility, and the comfortable

on a mission. We’d found evidence of rogue activity, yes, but nothing that seemed immediately threatening. I’d even managed

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that made the distance

third day, everything

in sometime before dawn, thick and unnatural, clinging to the forest floor

hours, visibility dropped to maybe twenty feet, and

the unnatural mist.

barely controlled panic. “I can’t see

barely see you.”

fear creeping into the voices of the other warriors as they called

formation in the disorienting white void that had swallowed

commanded, my voice cutting through the fog

circle. Hold positions.”

carried an acrid, almost chemical scent