Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

145 Chapter 145

Seraphina’s POV 1

The late afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen windows as I peeled potatoes at the sink. Margaret hummed softly beside me, seasoning the pot roast that had been cooking all day, filling the house with the most incredible smells.

“Pass me that rosemary, would you, honey?” Margaret asked, gesturing toward the herb garden on the windowsill.

I handed her the small ceramic pot, watching as she pinched off fresh leaves with practiced ease. Everything she did looked so natural,

so effortless. Like she’d been born knowing how to make a house into a home.

“You’re getting good at this,” she said, glancing at my pile of perfectly peeled potatoes.

The back door opened with a soft creak, and Caleb appeared, followed by his father. Both men looked pleasantly tired from their day in

the garage, grease stains on their clothes and satisfied expressions on their faces.

“Perfect timing,” Margaret called out. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up, both of you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Robert said with an exaggerated salute that made his wife roll her eyes.

“And change those shirts!” Margaret added as they headed toward the stairs. “We’re eating off the good china tonight.”

I looked at her in surprise. “The good china? What’s the occasion?”

Margaret shrugged, but there was something pleased and almost shy in her expression. “Do I need an occasion to use my nice things for

my family?”

Twenty minutes later, we were all seated around the dining room table, which Margaret had set with her grandmother’s china and cloth

napkins that matched the curtains. Candles flickered between serving dishes loaded with more food than four people could possibly eat.

but I was smiling as

my concern. “It’s not every day we have

they’d given me to protect my identity. The story was simple–Caleb’s distant

A few people in town had

for supplies, Margaret did most

strangers, and let them handle any curious

me feel like I’d always been part of their little circle. By the time we were finishing dessert–Margaret’s famous apple pie–I

I had

help with the dishes,” I offered as we started clearing

worked all

“But-”

16:33

1/3

<

145 Chapter 145

toward the living room. “Go relax with Caleb. You’ve earned

playing on the television

comfort when the sound of

automatically, starting to

wrist with surprising strength. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me, but it was

made my blood run

tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, and

I whispered, though I was already afraid

smell Alpha,” he said quietly, his voice tight with barely controlled alarm. “Strong Alpha. And it’s

hard I thought it might burst from my

no. They found

weeks crashed over me at once.

until I thought

came from the kitchen doorway, sharp with concern. She must have sensed the sudden

“What’s wrong?”