Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

My phone buzzes against my palm, Damien’s name flashing on the screen. Emma glances over with those perfectly arched eyebrows, and I swipe to answer before she can make some snide comment.

“Hi.”

“I’m downstairs. Where are you?”

“Coming down now.”

The line goes dead, and something hot coils in my belly. Emma is still watching me with that curious

expression.

“Have a lovely evening,” she says with sweetness.

I grab my purse and walk past her without a word. Let her figure out what that was about.

The elevator ride feels endless. My reflection in the steel doors shows exactly what I expected-messy hair,

wrinkled clothes, exhaustion written across every feature.

Damien’s SUV is idling near the garage entrance, engine purring. He gets out when he sees me, and the sight

of him makes my breath catch. Gone is the business suit from earlier. Now he’s wearing dark jeans that hug

his thighs and a gray sweater that does incredible things for his shoulders.

His eyes rake over me as I approach, and there’s heat in that silver-blue gaze that makes me very aware of

every inch of skin under my clothes.

“You look like heaven,” he says when I reach him.

“Charming.” But I’m fighting a smile. “Is that how you talk to all your dates?”

“Just the ones I’m planning to take to bed later.”

My cheeks flush hot. “Presumptuous much?”

He opens the car door for me, leaning close enough that I can smell his cologne. “Am I wrong?”

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I don’t answer, but the way my breath hitches tells him everything he needs to know.

The drive is torture. His hand rests on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy patterns through the fabric of my slacks.

Every casual touch sends parks through my nervous system, reminding me exactly how long it’s been since we’ve done anything more intimate than quick kisses.

“Where are we going?” I ask when we turn onto an unfamiliar road.

“Somewhere with good wine and dim lighting.”

get

thigh. “Planning to get

string lights and

The kind of place that practically screams

name and leads us to a corner table that’s somehow

candles, trailing jasmine,

for the right word as he

“Romantic?”

going to

obvious.”

and warm. “I’m not trying

I like

“Do you?”

looking at me across the candlelit table makes my pulse skip.

and expensive that I definitely don’t deserve after the day I’ve had. The alcohol helps loosen the

wine. “Tell me about

in a closet by your perfect

locked you in a

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wave a dismissive hand. “Storage room. And it

jaw tightens almost

you two have what

“You were watching?”

sip of wine. “You two

expression now.

but it sounds forced even to

I could fire

because I’m having an insecurity

her if she’s making my

note in his voice makes

it,

food arrives-some fancy pasta thing for me, steak for him. But I’m barely tasting.

at me like he’s planning to

staring,” I point

wait until we get home to show you exactly how

to appreciate.”

thighs clench involuntarily.

“You love it.”

I love the way his eyes go dark when he looks at me. Love

way he makes me feel like the most desirable woman in the world

at the

home,” I

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“We haven’t finished eating.”

don’t care about the

shifts in his expression. Heat flares

me home,

for the check without breaking eye contact. Pays quickly, efficiently, while I

to

different kind of tension now. His hand