Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Damien’s POV 1

The moment Sera walked away from me, something in my chest went tight and cold. I watched her push

through the crowd toward the terrace doors, her shoulders rigid with the kind of tension that meant she was

barely holding herself together.

*Fuck.*

I wanted to follow her. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to go after her, to pull her into my arms and

fix whatever was broken. But she’d asked me not to follow, and I’d learned to respect that request over the past few months.

Even when it killed me.

“Damien?” Emma’s voice pulled my attention back to the immediate disaster. She was standing there looking

mortified, her perfect composure finally cracked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-I had no idea she was your

mate. I just assumed—”

“You assumed wrong,” I said flatly, not bothering to hide the ice in my

voice.

Emma flinched. “Of course. I can see that now. It’s just, without the mate bond scent, I thought–“”

“Stop talking.”

The words came out with enough alpha authority to make her step back involuntarily, her wolf instinctively

recognizing the danger she was in. Smart woman.

I was about to go after Sera when a familiar voice interrupted.

“Damien, my boy!”

I turned to see Henry approaching, one of the pack’s most senior members and Lucas’s great-uncle. The old

man was built like a linebacker despite being in his seventies, his silver hair perfectly groomed and his

expensive suit tailored to accommodate his still-impressive frame.

“Henry.” I forced a smile, though it felt like my face might crack from the effort. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise, son, likewise.” He clapped me on the shoulder with enough force to stagger a normal human.

“Beautiful party, isn’t it? Young love and all that.”

Riley and Lucas

myself at that age.” His pale blue eyes

a word with you

stomach dropped. “My

status, of course!” Henry gestured around the crowded ballroom. “Look around,

families. Even my great-nephew

that lovely girl of

have this conversation. Not

of

“Henry, I appreciate.”

focused on pack business,” the older

needs a strong luna by his side. The pack expects

tight I thought my teeth

mating, of course! Pure bloodlines, strong offspring, all the traditional requirements.”

voice dropping to what he probably thought was a conspiratorial

mate scent on you. Are you having trouble finding a suitable

throat and explain exactly why there was no mate

looking for a mate right now,”

dismissive hand. “Every alpha needs a luna. It’s

Rodriguez girl has been

breeding…”

red around the edges. “What

shift in my mood. “The kind of female who could be both luna and

-11-22

215

dropped to that lethal whisper that made grown wolves

man blinked in confusion.

each word precise and deadly. “I have a wife. I have two

abandon them for some ‘practical arrangement’ with anyone

way you won’t enjoy.”

pale as he finally registered the alpha power radiating

barely contained violence, and I saw several nearby guests step back

“I didn’t mean any

give any.”

terrace doors. Sera had been out there too

conversation

French doors, I realized something was wrong.

terrace. Too many voices raised in excitement

hear something that made

strained, trying to calm someone

force to send several guests stumbling, my enhanced

cataloging everything wrong with this scene. The sharp smell of spilled

the stone. And

Sera.

of champagne, her hair hanging in wet strands around her face,

to push herself up but

reflexes and strength

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255