Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV

The door to my apartment slammed shut behind me.

1 pressed my back against it, sliding down until I hit the floor. My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.

I couldn’t breathe.

The image was burned into my brain. Damien. Standing there with *her*. That woman with the perfect smile and the perfect dress and

the perfect everything. The way she’d touched his arm. The way she’d looked at Lily and Adrian like they were already hers.

My children.

*Breathe, Sera. Just breathe.*

But I couldn’t. My chest felt like someone had reached inside and crushed my lungs into powder.

The tears came hot and fast, streaming down my face before I could stop them. I wrapped my arms around my knees and let myself

break apart right there on the floor.

Damien had moved on.

Of course he had. What did I expect? That he’d wait forever for a wife who’d abandoned him and their children? That he’d spend the rest

of his life alone, pining for someone who wasn’t good enough for him in the first place?

The woman flashed through my mind again. Pretty. Poised. Put–together. Everything I wasn’t.

God, she’d probably been waiting for me to leave. Probably saw me as the obstacle between her and everything she wanted.

*Stop it. Stop torturing yourself.*

But I couldn’t stop. My brain kept replaying every detail. The way Damien had stood next to her. The way they’d walked together toward

that expensive car. Had they looked comfortable together? Happy? 1

Did he love her?

The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest, so sharp I actually gasped.

I pressed my hands over my mouth to muffle the sob that tore out of me. The neighbors didn’t need to hear me falling apart. Again.

Lily and Adrian. Where were they?

Were they at home? With a nanny? Or were they *there*, at that party, and I’d just missed them?

Were they okay?

sat in my stomach like acid. Adrian would be eight now.

obsessed with?

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I left. A tiny, perfect baby

she even

harder. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest,

one with the perfect smile–what if she was their stepmother now? What if she was tucking

to them when Damien wasn’t

physically ill. I scrambled to my feet and barely made it to the bathroom before

the cold tile, my forehead pressed against the toilet seat, and let myself cry. Really cry. The kind of crying

and broken

if Damien had more children with her? New babies. His

Or would they become the reminders of his failed first marriage? The baggage

broken past?

thinking

my face. My reflection in the mirror looked like death. Eyes swollen and red. Hair a

was. A woman who’d thrown away everything good in her life and

couch. My apartment suddenly

was empty without

phone, pulling up old photos I’d saved before I left. Adrian’s first day of school. Lily’s first

waist, both kids

We’d looked so happy.

Before I ruined everything.

I miss them

had taken a knife

nothing left. Until my throat was raw and my head

me. I didn’t

lay there on the couch, staring at nothing, remembering

already forgotten about

rational part of my brain whispered. *Maybe it’s better

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better. It

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and a headache so brutal

barely move.

phone said

for over twelve