Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV

The voices grew louder as I stumbled through the underbrush, my damaged ankle screaming with every step. Through the trees ahead, I could make out the familiar sight of wooden watchtowers and chain-link fencing

topped with razor wire.

The border.

Relief flooded through me so intensely I nearly collapsed right there. After hours of wandering through

hostile territory, poisoned and beaten, I’d finally made it home.

“Help!” I called out, my voice cracking from dehydration. “Please! Someone help me!”

I limped toward the nearest guard post, waving my arms frantically to get their attention. The two soldiers on duty turned at the sound of my voice, their hands immediately moving to their weapons.

“Stop right fucking there!” one of them shouted, raising his rifle. The barrel pointed directly at my chest.

“Don’t you dare take another step!”

“Please,” I gasped, continuing to stumble forward on my broken ankle. “I need help. I’m-”

“Are you deaf?” The soldier’s voice was sharp with authority and disgust. “I said STOP! One more step and I’ll blow your goddamn head off!”

I froze, swaying dangerously on my feet. These were pack soldiers. My people. My protectors. Why were they pointing guns at me like I was some kind of monster?

“I’m Seraphina,” I tried to explain, my words coming out in desperate, broken bursts. “I’m the Luna, Please, I need to get home. I need to see Damien. I need-”

Both soldiers burst into harsh, mocking laughter. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, cutting through me like broken glass.

“You? Look at

a puddle near my

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want to identify. My hair was matted with dirt, blood, and chunks of rotting flesh from the corpse pile. Deep scratches and bruises covered every visible inch of my skin. I looked like exactly what they thought I was-a feral rogue who’d been living

I look,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady even as

I’m Damien’s

stepped forward, his face twisted with pure revulsion. “Holy shit, the delusion

one! You actually think we’re stupid enough

voice

doesn’t mate with rogue trash like you,” the first soldier spat, his lip

of Luna doesn’t have a

stomach. Without Ayla, without any sign of

as pack, I had no way

swung toward me again, his finger hovering over the

rogues! What’s your purpose coming

voice

first soldier aimed his weapon directly at my

the wrong end of a silver bullet if you don’t get the hell out of here right

got exactly ten seconds to drag your sorry ass back

you

weapons trained on me with deadly intent.

finally giving out completely. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my already broken

kicked

with disgust. “Can’t even stand up straight. Look at

in the dirt

bathed in months,” the other added with

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rogue filth.”

but my arms were shaking so badly I couldn’t support my own weight.