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

and terrified.

the police,” I said

my arm, her fingers digging in desperately. “No

“Why not?”

I called the cops, he’d make sure I got

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Another rich asshole who thought he could do whatever he wanted

connections.

let him get

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

Nothing like the confident, bubbly girl who’d been flirting with three different

the grocery

do you need?”

know. Maybe forty dollars? Just enough for a Greyhound ticket home.” Her eyes were huge and

has money. She’ll help

Forty dollars.

my bank account. The pathetic $247 that was supposed to last until my next paycheck. The three hundred

out for damages I hadn’t caused. My rent that was due

also thought about Ophelia. About Riley. About all the times my

what friends did. They helped each other.

“Let me check how much cash

my purse, counting

find an ATM,”

up with desperate relief. “Really, you’ll help

help you.” The words came out firmer than I felt. “Come on. There’s a bank across the

and wiping her face while I tried not to think about what this

already precarious finances.

card into the machine and entered my PIN. Selected “Withdraw Cash” and typed in fifty dollars.

extra for food

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

hit early every month. My landlord’s way

money on frivolous

again.

*Insufficient funds.*

Thirty dollars.

*Insufficient funds *