Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The first thing that hit me when consciousness crawled back was the smell.

Human waste. Unwashed bodies. Fear so thick it coated the back of my throat like oil. I gagged, my stomach

lurching as the full assault of odors invaded my senses.

I was lying on something cold and rough. Stone, maybe concrete. My body ached everywhere, but it was a

distant, muffled pain-like my nerve endings had been wrapped in cotton. The wolf poison. Still working its

way through my system.

*Ayla?*

Nothing. Not even a whisper of her presence. The silence in my mind was terrifying, like losing a limb I’d

never realized I needed.

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through a barred window high above. The cell

was small, maybe twelve feet by eight, with walls that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in decades. Dark

stains I didn’t want to identify marked the concrete.

But the worst part wasn’t the conditions. It was the people.

At least a dozen other prisoners huddled against the walls, their clothes torn and filthy, their faces gaunt with

hunger and terror. Though I caught the scent of a few wolves mixed in. All of them looked broken.

the far corner rocked back and forth, her arms wrapped

older than twenty, but her hair was already streaked

maybe, or just meaningless words to

the door, their backs pressed against the wall. One

The other kept glancing

terror,

beyond the cell door. The effect on the other prisoners was immediate. Everyone shrank back, pressing themselves against the walls as if they

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woman stopped mid-motion, her eyes going wide

someone whispered.

lock. The door swung open with a screech of rusted

Two soldiers entered.

of paper. His voice was flat, bored, like

grocery list.

head bandage went pale. His companion grabbed

friend whispered

he was already standing, his whole body shaking. “That’s…

grabbed his arm while the other unlocked a set

they clamped the metal around his wrists.

face, cutting off his words. Blood trickled from

it for upstairs,” the

him toward the door.

him? When

a cruel smile spreading across

door slammed shut. The lock turned

growing fainter

Then silence.

her strength, her