Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

“Mia?” I stared at her in shock. Her cotton candy pink hair was a disaster, half falling out of its ponytail in matted clumps. Mascara

streaked down her cheeks in black rivers. Her shirt was torn at the shoulder.

She looked like she’d been through hell.

“What happened to you?” I grabbed her shoulders, steadying her as she swayed on her feet. “Are you hurt?”

“Derek,” she gasped, her voice shaking. “Tuesday Derek. He… he went crazy!”

My blood turned cold. “What do you mean crazy?”

Mia’s face crumpled, fresh tears spilling down her already ruined makeup. “We were having dinner, everything was fine. Then I

mentioned maybe seeing other people on weekends too, you know? Keeping things casual like we agreed.”

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of snot and mascara.

“He just… snapped. Started yelling about how I was a slut, how I was using him. I tried to leave, but he grabbed my wrist so hard I

thought he was going to break it.”

I felt sick. “Mia…”

“It gets worse.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “When I finally got away from him at the restaurant, I thought it was over. But he

followed me to the parking lot. Cornered me by my car.”

“Did he-”

“He hit me.” The words came out flat, emotionless. “Backhanded me across the face. Called me a worthless whore. Then he took my

purse.”

My hands clenched into fists. “He stole your purse?”

“My wallet, my cards, my cash. Everything.” Mia’s voice cracked completely. “He said if I was going to act like a whore, I could survive like

one too.”

Rage flooded through me so pure and hot it made my vision blur. Some bastard had hit Mia. Had stolen from her. Had left her stranded

broke and

to call the

her fingers digging in desperately. “No

“Why not?”

shot lawyer, and Derek knows people. He said if I called the cops, he’d make sure

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Of fucking course. Another rich asshole who thought he could do whatever

connections.

you can’t let him get

just want to go home,” she sobbed. “I want to go home to my mom, but I don’t have money for a

like the confident, bubbly girl who’d been flirting with three different guys and

the

need?”

for a Greyhound ticket home.” Her

I get there. My mom has money. She’ll

Forty dollars.

was supposed to last until

damages I hadn’t caused. My rent that was due in six

I also thought about Ophelia. About Riley. About all the times my pack sisters had helped me when

They helped each other. Even when they

I said. “Let me check how

through my purse, counting crumpled bills. Twenty–three dollars. Not

find

Mia’s face lit up with desperate relief. “Really,

help you.” The words came out firmer than I felt.

while I tried not to think about what this was going

already precarious finances.

and entered my PIN. Selected

food

whirred for a moment, then displayed a message that made my heart sink: *Insufficient funds

that hit early every month. My landlord’s

money on frivolous

tried again. Forty

*Insufficient funds.*

Thirty dollars.

*Insufficient funds *