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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had

tatters, stained with blood and worse things. Dried gore caked my skin. My left ankle was swollen to

was breathing. My heart was

away like trash,* I realized with growing horror. *They thought I was dead and

with the others.*

of my family giving me the strength to try

home.”

I managed to pull myself upright. My ankle nearly buckled the

it. Definitely

trying to get my bearings. Dense forest stretched in every direction. No

signs of civilization. Just trees and underbrush that could hide an army of

at my chest. *How far into rogue territory

started walking. Each step was agony. My ankle

ached with every breath. The wolf

should have been manageable.

our mate bond. *Damien, can you

connection felt cold, distant, like trying to call through static. But

by whatever poison they’d pumped

He had

calls, no rustle of small

as if nature itself wanted nothing to do with the horror

body shaking with exhaustion. My hands were trembling so

everything-my strength, my healing, my enhanced senses. I was as helpless as

newborn.

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away from the tree and kept walking. My ankle was getting worse-each step sent fresh waves of agony through my leg. I started limping heavily, using

through the canopy with unseasonable

skin, making everything itch and burn. My mouth was bone dry.

had water?

yanking me backward. I stumbled, my ankle finally giving

vision going white

and leaves, gasping. My whole body felt

every bruise, every ache amplified tenfold without my wolf

side, biting back a scream as my ribs protested. My hands

through my torn clothing from

log for support, I managed to get back on my feet. My ankle buckled immediately, but I

put any real weight on it anymore,