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?

would be eight now. Did he still

obsessed with?

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Lily. God. Lily was three years old. She’d been a baby when I left. A tiny, perfect baby who’d wrapped her little hand around my finger and owned my whole

even remember

started shaking harder. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest,

if she was their stepmother now? What if she was tucking them in at night? Reading them bedtime stories? Kissing their foreheads and telling them she

if she was mean to

feet

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

deep and broken

children with her? New

same way? Or would they become the reminders of his failed

broken past?

thinking

my face. My reflection in the mirror looked like death.

who’d thrown away everything good

onto the couch. My apartment suddenly felt too small. Too quiet.

was empty without

photos I’d saved before I left. Adrian’s

around my waist, both kids grinning at

We’d looked so happy.

Before I ruined everything.

miss them. God, I miss them so much.*

pain was unbearable. Physical. Like someone had taken a knife and carved out everything

until I had nothing left. Until my throat was raw and

me. I didn’t

lay there on the

he already

of my brain

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feel better. It felt

have fallen asleep eventually, because I woke up to sunlight streaming

barely move.

phone said

for over