Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The first thing that hit me wasn’t pain-it was the smell.

Death. Pure, concentrated death that crawled into my nostrils and wrapped around my brain like a living

thing. Sweet and putrid and so thick I could taste it on my tongue.

I gagged before I even opened my eyes, my stomach lurching violently. Something was pressed against my

face-something soft and wet and wrong.

I forced my eyes open and screamed.

A rotting face stared back at me, empty eye sockets crawling with maggots. I was lying face-down on a pile of

corpses, my cheek pressed against decomposing flesh.

“No!” I scrambled backward, my hands slipping on things I didn’t want to identify.

Bodies everywhere. Dozens of them piled like garbage in a massive pit. Men, women, some barely more than

teenagers. All in various stages of decay. Flies swarmed in thick black clouds. The stench was overwhelming.

I rolled off the pile and hit solid ground hard, fresh pain exploding through my shoulder. But I didn’t care. I

had to get away from the corpses.

My stomach heaved again. I vomited until there was nothing left, my body convulsing with dry heaves that

felt like they were tearing my ribs apart.

*Ayla?* I called desperately into my mind, searching for any hint of my wolf’s presence. *Ayla, please, I need

you.*

Nothing. Complete, terrifying silence where she should have been.

The wolf poison. It was still in my system, cutting me off from everything that made me strong. I was alone in

my own head again.

“Get up,” I whispered to myself, my voice shaking. “You have to get up.”

I tried to stand and immediately collapsed. My legs felt like water. Every muscle in my body screamed in

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me with had

at myself and nearly vomited again. My clothes were in tatters, stained with blood and worse things. Dried gore caked my skin. My left ankle was

heart was beating. Somehow, impossibly, I

growing horror. *They thought I

with the others.*

my family giving me the strength to try again. “I have to

home.”

for support, I managed to

on it. Definitely sprained, possibly broken. But it

my bearings. Dense forest

signs of civilization. Just trees and underbrush

to claw at my chest.

walking. Each step was agony. My ankle

with every breath. The wolf poison made

should have been manageable.

reaching out through our mate bond. *Damien, can you

cold, distant, like trying to call through static. But it wasn’t

whatever poison they’d pumped into

was alive. He had to be

forest was eerily quiet. No bird calls, no rustle of small animals. Even the trees seemed to lean away

as if nature itself wanted nothing to do with the horror behind

to stop. I was gasping for air, my whole body shaking with exhaustion. My hands were trembling

wolf poison had stolen everything-my strength, my healing, my enhanced senses. I was

newborn.

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walking. My ankle was getting worse-each step sent fresh waves of agony through my leg. I started limping heavily, using trees for support

beating down through the canopy with unseasonable

making everything itch and burn.

had water?

yanking me backward. I stumbled, my ankle

vision going white

moment, I just lay there in the dirt and leaves, gasping. My whole body felt

every bruise, every ache amplified tenfold without my wolf

as my ribs protested. My hands

torn clothing from

managed to get back

real weight on it anymore, but