Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV

The little girl’s chubby arms around my waist. Her sticky face pressed against my stomach. That word-*Mama“-echoing in my ears.

I couldn’t shake it.

Back at Margaret’s place, I went through the motions. Helped set up for her birthday dinner. Smiled at the right times. Laughed when

everyone else did. But my mind kept drifting back to that street corner, to those innocent eyes looking up at me with such certainty.

“Sera, honey, you’re burning the garlic bread.”

Margaret’s voice snapped me back. Smoke curled up from the oven.

“Shit!” I yanked the tray out, nearly dropping it. The bread was charcoal black.

Margaret took the tray from my hands, her eyes soft with concern. “What’s going on with you tonight?”

“Nothing. Sorry. I’ll make another batch.”

“We have plenty of food.” She set the ruined bread aside. “Talk to me.”

“I’m fine. Really.” I forced a smile. “Just tired from the drive.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. For now.

Dinner was loud and chaotic in the best way. Margaret’s friends filled her dining room with laughter and wine and terrible dad jokes. I

sat at the corner of the table, picking at my pasta, trying to be present.

“So Sera,” one of Margaret’s book club friends–Linda? Lydia?—leaned toward me. “Margaret says you’re a professional boxer. That must

be so glamorous.”

“It has its moments.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Yeah. Constantly.”

“That sounds exhausting.” She took a sip of wine. “Do you ever think about settling down? Starting a family?”

The pasta turned to cement in my mouth. I forced myself to swallow.

“Linda,” Margaret cut in smoothly. “Sera’s only twenty–six. Plenty of time for all that.”

“Oh, I know! I just meant—” Linda backpedaled. “My daughter’s your age and she’s already talking about freezing her eggs. These young

women today, so practical about these things.”

I excused myself to the bathroom. Locked the door. Stared at my reflection.

*Mama.*

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in my vision. I gripped the edge of the sink until my knuckles went

Get it together, Seraphina.

we cut the cake and sang Happy

going?” Margaret materialized in front

“Home. It’s getting late.”

request. “The

“Margaret, I can’t—”

down my kitchen. You almost gave yourself second–degree burns.” She stepped closer,

“You think I’m letting you

“I’m fine to drive.”

one finger when I opened my mouth to argue. “One night.

you for once.”

my defenses

Saturday morning. I have a match Monday. I need to

practice.”

face softened with relief.

too bright and too early, sunlight stabbing through the curtains like an

touched alcohol. My head pounded. My eyes were swollen.

piling my plate high with blueberry ones–my

remembered.

night,” she said, sliding the syrup

stomach twisted into knots. The sweetness made me nauseous. “I really need to get

“It’s barely nine.”

lie to add to the growing pile. “And I want to

seeing straight through me like they

“Alright. But drive carefully.”

to memorize the

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route was closed due to an accident. Estimated delay three

Take Highway 7 through

the steering wheel until my knuckles cracked.

No. No way.

over, heart racing, and tried to find another route. Any other route.

insisting on

have already wasted 3 hours on this

were the chances, really? The city had over a million people. I’d be in

even know I

shook as I merged onto

pop song about love and heartbreak, because of course that’s what

I turned it up louder, letting the

to a crawl. Of course. Saturday afternoon in downtown, everyone out for shopping, living their perfect

the wheel, then my palm, then my whole hand, trying to burn off the nervous energy crawling under my

Red light.

trapped. Waiting. My eyes wandered out

street,

grass

eyes swept over it automatically. White tables with cheerful yellow

and their

I

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