Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

| found myself standing in a place that couldn't possibly exist-a vast meadow where silver grass swayed in a

breeze that carried no

earthly scent. The sky above was neither day nor night, but something between-a twilight that held all the colors

of sunset and dawn

simultaneously.

A crystalline river wound through the meadow, its waters reflecting not the strange sky above, but starlight that

seemed to cfrom

within the water itself. The sound of it flowing was like distant music, beautiful and haunting in a way that made

my heart ache with

unnamed longing.

*This has to be a dream, * | thought, though the grass felt real beneath my bare feet, and the otherworldly air

filled my lungs with each

breath. *I'm unconscious in the medical bay, and this is just my mind trying to process everything that's

happened. *

A figure sat beside the glowing river, so still | almost missed her at first glance. She was draped in robes that

seemed to be woven from

moonlight itself. Her hair fell in waves past her shoulders, the color of starlight on water, and when she turned to

look at me, her eyes

held the depth of night skies.

Her expression was gentle, almost maternal, as she watchedapproach with hesitant steps.

“Come, child,” she said, her voice carrying the resonance of wind through ancient trees. “Sit with me. You have

questions, and | have long

waited to provide answers.”

I moved toward her as if pulled by invisible strings, settling onto the silver grass beside this mysterious woman.

Up close, | could see that

her robes weren't fabric at all, but somehow solidified light that moved and flowed like liquid mercury.

“You're not real,” | said, though my voice lacked conviction. “This is just a dream brought on by exhaustion and

stress.”

Her laugh was like silver bells chiming in a gentle breeze. She turned to facefully, and | gasped as

recognition hitlike a physical

blow. I'd seen this face before, carved in stone above the altar of every werewolf temple I'd ever entered.

You're the Moon Goddess,” | breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I am known by many names,” she confirmed with a serene smile. “But yes, that is one of them.”

My mind reeled as | tried to process the impossibility of the situation. “But why am | here? Why are you showing

yourself to me? I'm just an omega, nothing special-"

“Nothing special?” The Moon Goddess tilted her head, amusement dancing in her starlight eyes. “Child, do you

truly believe the ability to heal mortal wounds with a touch is something possessed by ordinary wolves?”

“I don’t understand any of it,” | admitted. “A week ago | was just trying to survive as a single mother. Now I'm

healing people with glowing hands and throwing women around like they weigh nothing. What's happening to

me?”

The Moon Goddess reached out and placed her hand over mine, her touch warm despite the ethereal quality of

her form. “You are remembering who you truly are, Seraphina. The power was always there, sleeping in your

blood, waiting for the right moment to

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awaken.”

She gestured toward the flowing river, and its surface began to change, transforming into something like a

moving mirror that showed images instead of reflections. | leaned closer, my heart hammering as scenes began

to play out in the star-touched water.

| saw a magnificent pack territory in the northern mountains, with towering pines and snow-capped peaks that

touched the clouds. A grand stone lodge dominated the landscape, its windows glowing with warm light, the

carved wolf heads above its massive doors.

watching over a peaceful valley.

“The Northern Ridge Pack,” the Moon Goddess said softly. “Your birthright, child. You are Alpha’s daughter.”

The scenes in the water turned darker then, showing the night that had changed everything. | watched rogues

attack the pack territory.

“They were betrayed,” | said, understanding beginning to dawn like a horrible sunrise.

“Yes.” The Moon Goddess touched my hand gently as | watched my parents fight desperately to protect their

pack, their home, their

infant daughter. “Your parents died as they lived-protecting those they loved.”

In the water, | saw a young woman with tears streaming down her face as she clutched a baby to her chest,

running through burning

forests while howls of death echoed behind them.

“Who is she?” | asked, though something deep insidealready knew.

“Grandmother Elena, your mother’s personal attendant and most trusted friend. She saved you that night,

carried you hundreds of miles to safety while rogues hunted for any survivors.” The Moon Goddess’s voice grew

heavy with sorrow. “She was gravely wounded during the escape. She managed to place you in the Nightshadow

before her injuries claimed her.”

“She died saving me,” | whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“And her sacrifice was not in vain. You survived, grew strong, and now your true heritage is beginning to

awaken.” The Moon Goddess

turned to facedirectly, her starlight eyes intense.

The images in the river faded, leaving only the reflection of stars. “I don’t know how to do any of that,” | said, my

voice small. “I can barely control these healing abilities, and | have Adrian to think about. | can’t go charging off

on squest for vengeance.”

“Vengeance?” The Moon Goddess shook her head, silver hair catching light that cfrom no visible source.

“No, child. Justice. There is

a difference, though the path to both often looks similar from the beginning.”

“What should | do?” | asked.

“What your heart tells you to do,” the Moon Goddess replied. “You have the power to heal more than just

wounds, Seraphina. You can

bring peace where there has been only conflict.

A bright white light began to emanate from everywhere around us-the grass, the river, the impossible sky. The

meadow started to fade

at the edges, becoming translucent like watercolors running in rain.

“Wait!” | called out as the Moon Goddess’s form began to shimmer and blur. “I still have so many questions! How

do | control these

abilities? What about the people who killed my parents? How do | keep Adrian safe?”

“Trust your instincts, child, her voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, already growing distant. “Trust your

mate. Trust the love

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that binds you all together. And remember-you are far stronger than you know.”

The light intensified until it was blinding, washing away the meadow, the river, and the mysterious figure who

had revealed the truth

about my heritage.

“Explore and discover for yourself, my blessed daughter...”

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