Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

I shoved through the crowd like a man possessed.

Bodies pressed against me from all sides. Drunk. High on violence. Too fucking slow to move.

“Get out of my way!” The words came out as a growl. My Alpha command bleeding through even though these humans wouldn’t

understand it.

Some instinct made them scatter anyway.

Good. Smart. Because I wasn’t stopping for anyone.

I hit the stage at a run. Vaulted over the ropes. My feet hit the blood–slicked canvas and nearly slipped.

Her blood. That was her blood on the canvas.

My vision went red.

The crowd noise shifted. Confusion. Shock. Outrage.

“Hey! You can’t-”

“Security! Someone get security!”

“Who the fuck is that guy?”

I didn’t hear the rest. Didn’t care. Every cell in my body was screaming one thing.

*Find her. Find our mate. NOW.*

The exit she’d gone through was to my left. A narrow door marked “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” in faded red letters.

I grabbed the handle. Locked.

The metal crumpled in my grip like tissue paper. The entire lock mechanism tore free from the doorframe. The door swung open with a

screech of tortured hinges.

The hallway beyond was dim. Narrow. Claustrophobic. The kind of place my mate had been living in for three fucking years.

The smell hit me immediately. Blood. Sweat. Fear. Desperation. The stench of violence and broken dreams.

My chest cracked open. Every emotion I’d been holding back for three years came flooding through at once.

Relief. Rage, Joy. Terror. Love so fierce it physically hurt.

My wolf surged. Clawing at my insides. Demanding to break free.

*Let me out! Our mate needs us!*

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“Not yet,” I growled out loud. “Not yet.”

*She’s hurt! I can smell her blood! Let me OUT!*

“I said not yet!”

shaking. When had

hallway stretched ahead of me. Doors on both sides. Locker rooms. Storage. Supply closets. Who the

started opening them. One after another. Slamming them open hard enough to

Cleaning supplies.

empty room made the

Made

my wolf more frantic.

is she?

voice echoed down

the crowd and the pounding of my

me like a freight train. Hot.

chest.

through the drywall like it was cardboard. Then through the support beam behind it.

Dust exploded.

punched it again. And

tore from my

Good. I welcomed the

words exploded out of me. “I should have

scent hit me. Stronger

blood. That was her blood I

the hallway. Following

door. I grabbed the handle. Twisted so hard the

Locked.

The door flew off its hinges.

Not empty.

on the floor. One

me

slowed down. Everything crystal clear and

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man kneeling was older, Weathered face. Strong hands. Those hands were on her

Touching her.

Touching what was MINE.

the surface. My claws extended fully.

trying to take me. Right

fought it back.

away from her.” The words

whipped up.

“Who the fuck-”

faster than any human

him clean off

kicked uselessly in the

grip tightened. Claws piercing skin. Drawing blood. “Get. Away. From.

my wrist. His face going red.

for being here while she

“Can’t–breathe-” he choked out.

Tried to pull me back. Might as well have tried to

they had to travel

man dangling from my grip. His face was nearly purple now. Eyes bulging. Veins standing out on his

my claws

him. He dropped to the floor like a sack of

“You’re–insane-” he wheezed.

I was.