Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The shock of ice-cold water hitting my face jolted me into consciousness like a lightning bolt. I gasped, choking and sputtering as the liquid invaded my nose and mouth, my body jerking against restraints I

couldn’t yet comprehend.

“Sister dear.”

The voice was sickeningly familiar, dripping with malicious satisfaction that made my blood run cold even

before my vision cleared enough to identify the speaker.

*Valerie.*

As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, the reality of my situation crashed over me in waves. I was tied to a chair in what looked like an abandoned storage room-concrete walls stained with mold and God knows what

else, rusted metal shelving, and the overwhelming stench of decay and human waste. My wrists were bound

behind the chair with rough rope that bit into my skin, and my ankles were secured to the chair legs.

I tried to speak, to demand answers, but only a hoarse croak emerged from my throat. My mouth felt like

sandpaper, my tongue thick and unresponsive.

“Having trouble finding your voice?” Valerie stepped into the weak circle of light cast by a single bare bulb hanging overhead. She looked different.

just the aftereffects of the drugs. They’ll

need you

I managed to rasp

we?” Valerie laughed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls with genuine delight. “Oh,

were slow on the uptake. We’re in my new kingdom,

friends.”

“I have to say, I’ve found the rogue lifestyle quite liberating. No more pretending to

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the pieces

down until her face was inches from mine, her breath

should be much more concerned

hand and slapped me

ring. The sharp crack echoed through the room, and I tasted blood where my teeth cut into my

cheek.

snarled, all pretense of

like a fool in front of the entire

head to the other side.

really think someone like him could love

wild gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “He does love me. And you

you alive,

contorted with rage, and for a moment I

filthy clothes with mock dignity. “I

to treat people like

sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor outside made my stomach drop.

with purpose.