Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

“Damien,” | said quietly, my voice still rough from exhaustion. “About the Northern Ridge Pack... when you

merged those territories after your parents died, did you absorb any survivors from my family’s pack?”

His blue eyes sharpened with interest. “Some, yes. After what happened to your parents, the remaining wolves

were scattered and vulnerable. Most were grateful for the protection and stability our pack could offer.”

My heart began to race with sudden hope. “Are any of them still with you? People who might remember my

parents, who could tellabout my childhood before...” | swallowed hard. “Before Elizabeth and Victor took me

in?” 1

“Several, actually, maybe. But I'm not sure whether they are alive now.” Damien’s expression grew thoughtful.

“I want to find them and meet them,” | said, trying to keep the desperate edge out of my voice. “I need to know

who I really am, who my

parents were before they died.”

Damien was quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of my hand. “The Northern Ridge

territory is about a

four-hour drive from here. The old lodge is still standing.”

“I need to go there,” | said, the words coming out with more urgency than I'd intended. “Damien, | need to see

where | cfrom, to

understand my heritage. These abilities | have, the healing power-I think it's connected to that place, to my

bloodline.”

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Sera, the northern territories aren't entirely safe right now. With the

increased rogue activity,

the border incidents-"

“Then cwith me,” | interrupted, then immediately shook my head. “No, actually, don’t. Adrian needs

stability right now, and you have

pack business to handle. | can go alone.”

“Like hell you can,” Damien said, his voice carrying enough alpha authority to make the medical equipment hum

in response. “You're not

going anywhere dangerous without protection, especially not when you're still recovering from whatever

happened today.”

| opened my mouth to argue, then closed it as | saw the implacable determination in his expression. We stared at

each other for a long

moment, neither willing to back down.

“How about a compromise?” | suggested finally, though | could see from his expression that he wasn’t going to

like what | was about to

propose.

“I'm listening”

“I go to the Northern Ridge territory to meet these survivors, to learn about my parents and my heritage. You

stay here with Adrian and handle whatever urgent pack business is keeping you up all night.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Damien, be reasonable-"

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“No.” He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and predatory as he began pacing the small space. “You're talking

about traveling alone to a remote area where we've had multiple security incidents. You're still weak from using

powers you don’t fully understand.”

“I can take care of myself,” | said, though even I could hear how weak that sounded after everything that had

happened.

“Can you?” Damien turned to face me, his blue eyes blazing with intensity.

The frustration in his voice made my own temper flare. “So what are you suggesting? That | hide here in Silver

Moon Harbor like sdelicate flower while other people make all the important decisions about my life?” |

crossed my arms and lifted my chin defiantly. “I've spent five years proving | can take care of myself and my son.

I'm not about to start playing the helpless omega now just because you've

decided to go all caveman on me.”

“Caveman?” Damien's eyebrows shot up, and despite his obvious frustration, | caught the hint of amusement

tugging at the corner of his

mouth. “I prefer ‘protective mate, thank you very much.”

“Sthing,” | shot back, though I could feel my own lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “Next you'll be

telling| need a

bodyguard to go grocery shopping.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he muttered, running his hands through his hair.

We stared at each other across the small room like children having a standoff over the last piece of cake. Despite

the serious nature of our discussion, there was something almost ridiculous about two grown werewolves glaring

at each other with matching stubborn

expressions.

Finally, | sighed tically and flopped back against my pillows. “Look, you big overprotective Alpha,” | said,

unable to keep the affection out of my voice despite my exasperation. “You have a pack to run, a business

empire to manage, and warriors who actually listen to your orders without arguing back every five minutes.”

“Hey-" he started to protest.

“And, | continued, holding up a finger to silence him, “Adrian needs stability. He's just started getting attached to

you, and Ophelia has already done more than anyone should ever have to do for us. | can’t ask her to basically

beca single parent while we both go

gallivanting off on spersonal heritage quest.”

Damien opened his mouth, probably to deliver sperfectly logical counterargument, but | pressed on before

he could derail my

momentum.

“Besides,” | said, warming to my thand gesticulating with the kind of animated passion that would have

embarrassedunder

normal circumstances, “this is something | need to do for myself.”

Damien stared atfor a long moment, his expression cycling through frustration, exasperation, and something

that looked suspiciously like fondness. Then he threw back his head and laughed-a rich, genuine sound that filled

the sterile medical room with

warmth.

“You know what?” he said, his voice still bubbling with mirth. “You're absolutely right. Here | am, trying to protect

a woman who just

saved my entire warrior unit from certain death, as if you're sfragile thing that can’t handle a road trip.” 1

“Exactly!” | said triumphantly, then narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Wait. You're giving in way too easily. What's

the catch?”

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His grin widened, taking on that wicked quality that always made my stomach do gymnastics. “Oh, there's

definitely a catch. You're marching into that training facility and accepting the hero’s welcyou've earned.

They are waiting for you.”

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