131 Chapter 131

Seraphina’s POV 1

The house felt too quiet when we finally made it home.

Damien carried me straight upstairs, setting me down gently in our bedroom like I was made of spun glass. My champagne-soaked dress clung uncomfortably to my skin, and I could still feel tiny shards of crystal

embedded in my hair.

“Let me help you out of that,” he said softly, his fingers already reaching for the zipper at my back.

I caught his hands, stopping him. “I can manage.”

“Sera-”

“I’m fine, Damien. Really.” I forced what I hoped was a convincing smile. “It was just an accident. People spill

things at parties all the time.”

His silver-blue eyes searched my face, and I could see he didn’t believe me for a second. But after a moment,

he nodded.

“I’ll check on the kids,” he said. “Make sure they got settled okay.”

“That sounds good.”

He lingered in the doorway for a moment, like he wanted to say something else. Then he was gone, his

footsteps echoing down the hallway.

I peeled off the ruined dress and dropped it in the hamper, then stood under the shower until the water ran

cold. But no amount of soap could wash away the memory of those whispers, those stares, the look of pity on

Emma’s face.

*Their children must be filthy half-breeds.*

*What kind of mate loses their wolf?*

*The bloodline will be tainted forever.*

By the time I emerged from the bathroom in my pajamas, Damien was back. He’d changed into sweatpants

still damp from his own

asleep,” he reported, settling on the edge of the bed. “Lily went down

were perfect

my vanity, running a brush through my

fun.”

“We need to talk

the brush. “What’s there

I could see his reflection

shoulders,

voice turned bitter. “Apparently, the pack expects me

to the vanity top as my hands started shaking. “Maybe they’re

“What?”

my arms around myself

do need someone better.”

as a blade. “Don’t you dare start doubting yourself because

people said.”

than I could stop them. “They weren’t wrong,

I

you are is my mate. The mother of my children. The woman I

Damien.” The words tasted bitter. “A weak,

everything I

to believe him. God, how I wanted to believe him. But

go to bed,” I said quietly, pulling away from his touch. “It’s been

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my face for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk

“Sure.”

bed with careful distance between us, like we were both

minutes, but I lay there staring at

mind racing.

was sure he was deeply asleep, I turned onto my

powerful. The line of his shoulders under the thin t-shirt. The

peaceful in the

was beautiful. Perfect. Everything an alpha should

I was just…

better,* the little voice in my head whispered. *He deserves someone

Someone who can give him

as I could, padding barefoot down the hallway

ajar, and I pushed it open just enough to peek

bed, one arm flung over

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