Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 156

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Seraphina’s POV 1

My heart hammered against my ribs as the footsteps behind me quickened. The sound echoed off the narrow buildings lining the street,

creating an eerie chorus that made my skin crawl.

*Move. Just keep moving.*

I clutched my grocery bag tighter, the plastic handles cutting into my palm. The bread was getting squished, but I didn’t care. All I cared

about was getting home. Getting somewhere safe. Getting away from whoever was following me.

The streetlights cast long shadows between the buildings, creating perfect hiding spots for anyone who wanted to stay unseen. But I

could still hear him back there. Still feel his presence like a weight pressing against my spine.

I turned right at the next corner, hoping to circle back toward the main street where there would be more people. More witnesses. More

safety.

But the footsteps turned too.

*Shit.*

My hands were shaking now, making it hard to keep hold of the grocery bag. The peanut butter jar rattled against the loaf of bread with

each step. Such normal, everyday sounds. Nothing like the terror pounding through my veins.

The footsteps sped up.

*Run.*

The thought hit me like lightning. I dropped all pretense of casual walking and broke into a sprint, my sneakers slapping against the wet

pavement. Behind me, I heard a grunt of surprise, then the sound of heavier footsteps giving chase.

*He’s following. He’s actually following me.*

I turned left into what I thought was another street, only to realize too late that it was an alley. A dead-end alley with brick walls on

go but

Where he was waiting.

grocery bag falling to the ground with a wet thud. The man appeared

alley, silhouetted against the streetlight behind

was bigger than I’d thought. Broader. The kind of size that

voice slurred and rough. “No need to run,

and something else. Something sour and unwashed that made

just heading home,” I managed, my voice coming out higher than I wanted.

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face in the dim light. Stubbled cheeks, bloodshot eyes,

do I,” he said, but there was something in his tone that suggested

each other.”

pressed harder against the wall, wishing I could

keep my voice steady. “My…

lie came automatically, desperately. But the

He looked around the

Ayla, I couldn’t rely on supernatural strength or speed. But I still had my brain. I

talk to. But I’m not the right person. There are bars a few blocks over. Lots of people who’d be happy

studying me like I was

said, ignoring everything I’d just said. “Really pretty. Bet you

went dry. “Thank you, but I really do need

that I could see the broken blood vessels in his eyes. “Night’s still young.

got time.”

between us without making it obvious. “My husband gets

and there was something mocking

it when I go out alone,” I lied.

girl.” His smile got

at my feet rustled in the wind. “What do you say we go

my

came out sharper than

his face.

its false friendliness.

behind me, feeling for any crack or gap that might give me leverage. Anything

except cold stone and the growing certainty that this was

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