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 police,”

arm, her fingers digging in

“Why not?”

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

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Another rich asshole who thought he could do whatever he wanted

connections.

him get

home,” she sobbed. “I want to go home to my mom,

broken. Nothing like the confident, bubbly

to the grocery

much do you need?” I heard myself

a Greyhound ticket home.” Her eyes

mom has money. She’ll help

Forty dollars.

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

for damages I hadn’t caused. My rent

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

did. They helped each other. Even when they couldn’t really

“Let me check how much cash

dug through my purse, counting

find an ATM,” I

face lit up with desperate relief. “Really,

out firmer than

to the ATM in silence, Mia sniffling and wiping her face while I tried not to think about what this was going

already precarious finances.

PIN. Selected “Withdraw Cash” and typed in fifty dollars. Just in case she needed

food or a

then displayed a message that made my heart sink: *Insufficient

withdrawal that hit early every month. My

spend their money on frivolous things like

tried again. Forty

*Insufficient funds.*

Thirty dollars.

*Insufficient funds *