Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 180

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Damien’s POV

Panic.

Pure, undiluted panic flooded every cell in my b

ody.

“LILY!” My voice tore through the bakery. “LILY!”

The cupcake box hit the floor. Frosting exploded across the tiles in a purple and pink mess. I didn’t care.

“Where is she?” I grabbed Betty’s shoulders. Too hard. My claws were extending. “WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?”

“I–I don’t know!” Betty’s eyes went wide with fear. “She was just here! Right behind you!”

I released her and spun toward the door. My wolf was surging beneath my skin, threatening to break free right here in this human

bakery.

*Find her. Find our pup. NOW.*

Alex’s voice in my head was feral. Desperate. Every protective instinct screaming.

I burst through the door onto the sidewalk. The street was busy. Too many people. Too many scents mixing together.

But there–beneath the exhaust and perfume and a thousand other smells–I caught it.

Lily’s scent. That unique combination of baby shampoo and the lavender soap and something purely her.

I followed it like a bloodhound. Down the sidewalk. Around the corner. My heart hammering so hard I thought my ribs might crack.

*Please. Please let her be okay. Please let her be safe.*

Then I saw her.

Running toward me on those mismatched shoes. Pigtails bouncing. Face streaked with tears but lit up with something that looked like

pure joy.

“DADDY!”

I dropped to

into my arms.

crushed her against my chest. “Oh my God,

Daddy!” She pulled back, her small hands cupping my face. “I found her! I found

me like

inside me

voice came out strangled. “What did

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right there! Just standing on the street! And I knew it was

looks exactly like you

entirely different

face was so earnest. So certain. “I was looking at the cupcakes

knew!”

to keep my voice calm. Gentle. “You’ve never met Mama. You don’t know what she looks

She insisted. “You tell me all the time! Black hair

Fuck.

things. For three years, I’d been keeping Sera alive in bedtime stories and whispered

even though they’d never

have black hair and green eyes,” I said carefully. “You probably

got louder. More insistent. “It was her!

were eye level. “Mama isn’t here. She’s

reminded you of her.”

tremble. “And she

me

“What did she

up with concentration. “That’s what Mrs. Betty has in her garden! And rain!

jasmine and rain!”

Oh God.

already lost that,

Look at me. Look

my eyes, her own

you see this

the way she’d come. “By the street with all

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voice was

really nice! Her voice was all soft and pretty. And she knelt down

than mine. Like

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