Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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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 I said

every day we have our Sarah home

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

while she got back on her feet. A few people in town had asked casual questions, but no one

When we went into town for supplies, Margaret did most of the talking.

and let them handle

making me feel like

had

I offered as

firmly. “You worked all day. Robert and I will

“But-”

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the living room. “Go relax

myself curled up on the couch next to Caleb, some old western playing on the television screen, feeling more

the sound of

said automatically, starting to

wrist with surprising strength. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through

my blood

nostrils flaring, and his entire body had gone rigid

it?” I whispered, though I

his voice tight with barely controlled alarm.

heart stopped. Then started beating so hard I thought it might burst

God, no. They found

weeks crashed over me at once. Terror, longing, guilt, panic–they all

my stomach until I

kitchen doorway, sharp with concern. She must have sensed the sudden tension in the

“What’s wrong?”