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

need to call the

my arm, her fingers digging in

“Why not?”

Derek knows people. He said if I called the cops, he’d make sure I got arrested for harassment.

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asshole who thought he could do

connections.

let him

my mom, but I don’t have money for a bus ticket. I

broken. Nothing like the confident, bubbly girl who’d been

the

much do you need?” I heard myself

enough for a Greyhound ticket home.”

there. My mom has money.

Forty dollars.

that was supposed to last until my next

I hadn’t caused. My

About Riley. About all the times

helped each other. Even when they couldn’t really

me check how much cash

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

need to find

lit up with

than I felt.

and wiping her face while

already precarious finances.

Selected

for food

moment, then displayed a message that made

automatic rent withdrawal that hit early every month. My landlord’s way of

their money on frivolous things like

tried again.

*Insufficient funds.*

Thirty dollars.

*Insufficient funds *