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.

protested, but I was smiling as

waved off my concern. “It’s not every day

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

back on her feet. A few people in town had asked casual questions, but

Morrisons had been so careful. When we went into town for supplies, Margaret did most of the talking. I

unnecessary conversations with strangers, and let them

every story, every joke, making me feel like I’d always been part

I had in

I offered as

said firmly. “You worked all day.

“But-”

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

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

wrestling with the comfort when the sound of knocking echoed

automatically,

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

my

head was tilted slightly, nostrils flaring, and his entire body

whispered, though I was

tight with barely controlled alarm. “Strong Alpha.

I

God, no.

trying to suppress for three weeks crashed over me at

until I thought

with concern.

“What’s wrong?”