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

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

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

A few people

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

strangers, and let them handle any curious

conversation flowed easily, filled with local gossip and gentle humor. They included me in every story, every joke, making me feel like I’d always been part of their little circle. By the time we were finishing dessert–Margaret’s famous apple

I had

offered as we started clearing the

“You worked all day. Robert and I

“But-”

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

old western playing on the television screen, feeling more at peace than I’d thought possible just a few

still wrestling with the comfort when the sound of

get it,” I said automatically, starting

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

my blood

head was tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, and

is it?” I whispered, though

tight with barely controlled alarm. “Strong Alpha. And

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

God, no. They found

for three weeks crashed over me at once.

I thought

from the kitchen doorway, sharp with concern. She must

“What’s wrong?”