Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The morning sun streaming through my bedroom curtains felt different somehow-warmer, more golden, like the

entire world had

shifted on its axis overnight. | stretched languidly beneath my sheets, every muscle in my body deliciously sore

in ways that made me

blush even though | was alone. The scent of sandalwood still clung to my pillows, a heady reminder of everything

that had transpired

between Damien andjust hours before.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Ayla purred in my mind, her mental voice practically dripping with satisfied

smugness. “How are you feeling?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories from the previous night crashed overin vivid detail-Damien’s hands on

my skin, his mouth

trailing fire down my throat, the exquisite stretch and burn as he'd claimedagainst my bedroom door with a

passion that had left me

breathless and shaking.

| muttered, though even | could hear how unconvincing that sounded. “It was just...”

“Just what? Just the most intense, earth-shattering sex of our entire existence?” Ayla’s laughter echoed through

my consciousness. “Face

it, Sera-that man is ours now, whether we're ready to admit it or not.”

| rolled over and buried my face in the pillow that still smelled like him, fighting the urge to stay in bed all day

and relive every moment.

But reality intruded in the form of Adrian's cheerful voice calling from the kitchen.

“Mommy! | made coffee!”

The panic that shot throughwas immediate and intense. “Adrian!” | called back, scrambling out of bed and

throwing on my robe.

“Sweetheart, you're not supposed to touch the coffee maker!”

I rushed to the kitchen, only to find my four-year-old son standing proudly beside our small coffee maker with a

steaming mug in his

hands.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, his face glowing with achievement. “Mr. Damien showedhow to push the

buttons last night after

you fell asleep.”

“He did, did he?”

“Uh-huh!” Adrian bounced excitedly on his toes. “He said good coffee was important for hardworking mommies.

He also taughthow

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to butter toast without tearing it!”

Sure enough, there was a plate of perfectly buttered toast waiting on the counter, along with Adrian’s favorite

strawberry jam arranged

in a neat little pattern.

“That was very thoughtful of both of you,” | said softly, accepting the mug and taking a careful sip. It was

actually quite good. “Did you eat breakfast already?”

“I had cereal and orange juice,” Adrian reported dutifully, “Mr. Damien said | should let you sleep because you

had a very hard week.”

An hour later, | stood in the executive elevator at Nightshadow Industries, trying to ignore the way my pulse

quickened with each

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passing floor. My lips seemed fuller, still slightly swollen from Damien's kisses, and there was a glow to my skin

that had nothing to do

with expensive cosmetics.

The elevator chimed softly as it reached the executive floor. | stepped into the familiar marble corridor, noting

with relief that Anna’s desk was empty. Apparently, she was running late this morning-a small blessing that

would givea few peaceful moments to collect. myself before facing whatever fresh hell she'd cooked up.

“Good morning, Seraphina,” Claire’s warm voice greetedas | settled into my desk chair. “You look... radiant

today. Did you sleep well?”

Heat flooded my cheeks at the knowing glint in her eyes. “Very well, thank you,” | managed, grateful when my

computer screen gave me

something to focus on besides Claire’s amused expression.

I'd barely opened my email when | heard the distinctive sound of Damien's office door opening. Every nerve

ending in my body suddenly

calive, hyperaware of his presence even though | kept my eyes fixed firmly on my monitor.

“Good morning, ladies,” his deep voice carried that familiar note of authority, but when I finally looked up, the

intensity in his blue eyes

was focused entirely on me. “Seraphina, could | see you for a moment?”

Professional. Casual. As if he hadn't been buried insidejust hours earlier, claimingwith a passion that

had left fingernail marks on

his shoulders and my ntorn from his throat like a prayer.

“Of course, Mr. Nightshadow,” | replied, proud of how steady my voice sounded even as my pulse hammered

against my ribs.

| followed him into his office, hyperaware of the way his expensive suit molded to his broad shoulders and the

memory of what all those

perfectly tailored clothes concealed. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the professional facade fell

away like a discarded

mask.

Damien moved with predatory grace, closing the distance between us in two quick strides. His hands framed my

face with devastating

gentleness, and then his mouth was on mine-hot, demanding, completely possessive. | melted into him with

embarrassing eagerness,

my hands fisting in his shirt as he deepened the kiss until | was dizzy with want.

“I've been thinking about you all morning,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with barely controlled

desire. “About the way

you felt in my arms, the sounds you made...

“Damien,” | breathed, though whether it was a protest or encouragement, | couldn’t say. “We're at work. Anyone

could—"

“Let them,” he growled, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind my ear that madegasp. “Let the whole

damn building know

you're mine”

His hands slid down to cup my ass through my pencil skirt, pullingflush against the hard ridge of his arousal.

The casual

possessiveness of the gesture, combined with the intoxicating heat of his body pressed against mine, made

rational thought nearly

impossible.

“Is this your idea of professional conduct?” | managed to ask, though my breathless tone undermined any

attempt at reproach.

“Absolutely not,” he admitted with that devastating smile. “But I've discovered | don’t care about professional

conduct when it comes to

you.”

He backedagainst his desk, his hands roaming with increasingly bold familiarity. The cool mahogany pressed

against my thighs as he

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liftedeasily, settlingon the edge while his mouth blazed a trail down my throat.

“Damien,” | gasped, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as heat pooled low in my belly. “We can’t do this here.

Claire is right outside, and

Anna will be back soon...”

“Then we'll have to be quiet,” he murmured, his hands already working at the buttons of my silk blouse. “Think

you can manage that,

emerald eyes?”

The challenge in his voice sent electricity shooting straight to my core. Part of me-the professional, responsible

part-knew this was

insane. We were in his office in broad daylight, separated from the rest of the floor by nothing but a glass

partition and a door that

anyone could walk through.

But the larger part of me, the part that had been starved for this kind of desperate passion, didn’t care about the

risks.

| was just reaching for his belt when a sharp knock on the door made us both freeze.

“Alpha?” Claire’s voice carried through the mahogany, carefully neutral but with an undertone that suggested

she knew exactly what

we'd been doing. “I have the Morrison contracts ready for your review.”

Damien closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. “Givefive minutes,

Claire,” he called back, his

voice remarkably steady considering the state we were both in.

“Of course, Alpha.”

| slid off the desk on unsteady legs, my hands shaking as | rebuttoned my blouse and tried to restore some

semblance of professional

dignity to my appearance. Damien watchedwith eyes that promised this interruption was only temporary,

that we would finish what

we'd started.

He moved back behind his desk, putting safe distance between us, but his heated gaze never left my face.

“Actually, before Claire comes

in, there's something | wanted to discuss with you. About what happened with Valerie.” 1

“What about it?” | asked carefully.

“Telleverything you remember about that night. Every detail, no matter how strange it seemed.”

So | did. | described the rage that had consumedwhen Valerie threatened Adrian, the way something primal

had awakened in my

blood. Damien listened without interruption, his expression growing more thoughtful with each detail.

“And this has never happened before?” he asked when I finished,

“Never. I've always been exactly what everyone expected-a weak omega who couldn't defend herself against a

determined housecat.” |

paused.

Damien was quiet for a long moment, his analytical mind clearly processing the implications. “Sera,” he said

finally, “I think it's twe found out exactly what you are”

“What do you mean?”

A slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features from handsto absolutely devastating, “I mean

I'm giving you a new assignment. Effective immediately, you're going to spend your afternoons training with my

warriors.”