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

every day we have our

to protect my identity. The story was simple–Caleb’s distant cousin from the city, down

got back on her feet. A few people in town had

When we went into town for supplies, Margaret did most

with strangers, and let them handle any curious

me feel like I’d always been part of

had

dishes,” I offered as we started

not,” Margaret said firmly. “You worked all day. Robert and I will

“But-”

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buts.” She shooed me toward the living room. “Go relax

myself curled up on the couch next to Caleb, some old western playing on the television screen, feeling more at peace than I’d thought possible just

the comfort when the

get it,” I said automatically, starting to

out, wrapping around my wrist with surprising strength. The touch sent an unexpected jolt

made my blood run

and his

it?” I whispered, though I was

Alpha,” he said quietly, his voice tight with barely controlled alarm. “Strong

I thought

no.

suppress for three weeks crashed over me at once. Terror, longing,

stomach until I thought

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

“What’s wrong?”