Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The first thing I noticed wasn’t the absence of pain-though that was strange enough. It was the silence.

Complete, absolute silence.

Not the kind of quiet you get in a hospital room or a forest at dawn. This was the silence of nothing. No

heartbeats, no breathing, no distant hum of life existing somewhere beyond the edges of perception.

I opened my eyes to endless gray.

The void.

I knew this place. Had been here before, what felt like a lifetime ago. The same shifting mists that never quite

formed into anything solid. The same sense of being suspended between worlds, between life and something

else entirely.

But this time was different.

Last time, She had been here. The Moon Goddess, with her silver hair and knowing eyes, radiating power that

made my bones sing with recognition. She’d spoken to me about choices and strength and the path I was

meant to walk.

Now? Nothing but emptiness stretching in every direction.

I tried to stand and realized I didn’t need to. My body-if it even was my body-seemed to float in this space,

weightless and strangely distant. Like I was watching myself from somewhere outside my own skin.

“Hello?” My voice echoed weirdly, bouncing off invisible walls. “Is anyone there?”

No answer.

never seemed to touch solid ground. Each step carried me

gray mist, but nothing changed. No landmarks, no direction, just endless sameness

tight with claustrophobia.

*Ayla?*

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reached for her automatically, the way I’d done thousands of

my mind, that fierce protectiveness and

much.

Nothing.

my temples, trying to somehow force the connection back

please. I know

empty space where she should have been. No wolf. No other

own mind for the first time since I was

tumbled out in

a fraction of my wolf strength. Nothing happened. I was just…

driving me to my

feel it. Couldn’t

They’d killed her.

my face even though I hadn’t

sorry. I failed you.”

long I knelt there, sobbing for the loss of something I’d never

differently in this place. Could have been minutes or hours or

my stomach, searching for any

enhanced senses, without that supernatural connection to everything happening in

nothing.

okay? Had the poison hurt them too? The uncertainty was torture, worse than

pain they’d inflicted.

with the back of my hand. I couldn’t stay here,

needed me to come home. Needed me

purpose. There had to be a way out of this place. Last time,

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had simply willed me back to consciousness. But she wasn’t here now, and