Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

120 Chapter 120

Seraphina’s POV 1

The soft morning light filtered through the hospital window as I adjusted our daughter in my arms, still marveling at how perfect she was. Her tiny fingers were curled into little fists, and her breathing was so peaceful it made my chest ache with love.

“Mama!” Adrian’s excited voice preceded him through the door as he burst into the room, practically

vibrating with energy. “Is she awake? Can I see her again?”

“Shh, sweetheart,” I whispered, smiling at his enthusiasm. “She’s sleeping, but you can come look.”

Adrian climbed onto the chair beside my bed with the careful precision of a child who’d been repeatedly reminded to be gentle. His silver-blue eyes-so much like Damien’s-went wide with wonder as he peered at

his baby sister.

“She’s so tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one finger to gently touch her hand. “Look! She’s holding onto me!”

My heart melted as our daughter’s fingers instinctively wrapped around Adrian’s finger. The sight of my

children together, this perfect moment of sibling connection, made tears spring to my eyes.

“She knows you’re her big brother,” I told him softly.

“What’s her name gonna be?” Adrian asked, his voice hushed with reverence. “Daddy said you haven’t picked

one yet.”

“We’re still deciding,” I admitted. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Oh.” Adrian looked confused but suggested immediately. “How about… Lily? Or Rose? I like flower names.”

“Lily,” I repeated, looking down at our daughter’s peaceful face. “I like that. What do you think, little one? Do

you like the name Lily?”

As if responding to my voice, the baby made a soft cooing sound that made both Adrian and me smile.

“She likes it!” Adrian declared triumphantly. “Hi, Lily. I’m your big brother Adrian.”

The door opened, and Damien entered carrying a cup of coffee and what looked like discharge papers. He

looked better than he had in months-there was actually color in his face, and the tension around his eyes

had eased.

“How are my girls this morning?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before settling into the

chair on the other side of the bed.

“Adrian thinks we should name her Lily,” I told him.

stroke our daughter’s dark hair. “Lily Nightshadow. I

it.”

then,” I said, smiling despite the ache

all the things he

every detail of her perfect little

said something

his small face scrunched up in confusion. “You smell

blood turned to ice. “What

like… like warm cookies and flowers and something else that made me

“But now you just smell like… like nothing special.

when

on was the innocent confusion on my son’s face as

felt wrong to him.

Adrian,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m still the

to give me a careful hug. “I love you the same. It’s just…

That one word summed up everything I’d lost, everything I’d never get

something fundamental was missing

find Uncle Lucas? Tell him we’ll

soon.”

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Adrian bounced off the chair, apparently unaware of the emotional devastation he’d

him about Lily’s

silence in the room became

“Sera-” Damien started.

said quietly, not looking at

again of everything I’d lost. If a five- year-old could sense it, what did

was finally settling into life outside the hospital walls. Lily was

Adrian was over the moon about being a big

from diaper changes to bath

said, practically dragging me toward the front door.

air, sunshine, normal human

in,” I protested, adjusting Lily in her carrier.

going stir-crazy,” Ophelia interrupted firmly. “We’re just going to the baby store

and you know Damien

had tried his best, but

We needed simple, comfortable things that could

of

was pleasant enough. Ophelia chattered about

of crying infants and frazzled

found myself relaxing slightly as we

said, holding up a set of pink onesies covered in little moons

an alpha’s

sleepers, burp cloths, tiny socks

few minutes, I could almost pretend I was