Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The first thing that hitwasn’t pain-it was the smell.

Death. Pure, concentrated death that crawled into my nostrils and wrapped around my brain like a living

thing. Sweet and putrid and so thick I could taste it on my tongue.

| gagged before | even opened my eyes, my stomach lurching violently. Something was pressed against my

face-something soft and wet and wrong.

| forced my eyes open and screamed.

A rotting face stared back at me, empty eye sockets crawling with maggots. | was lying face-down on a pile of

corpses, my cheek pressed against decomposing flesh.

“No!” | scrambled backward, my hands slipping on things | didn’t want to identify.

Bodies everywhere. Dozens of them piled like garbage in a massive pit. Men, women, sbarely more than

teenagers. All in various stages of decay. Flies swarmed in thick black clouds. The stench was overwhelming.

I rolled off the pile and hit solid ground hard, fresh pain exploding through my shoulder. But | didn’t care. |

had to get away from the corpses.

My stomach heaved again. | vomited until there was nothing left, my body convulsing with dry heaves that

felt like they were tearing my ribs apart.

*Ayla?* | called desperately into my mind, searching for any hint of my wolf's presence. *Ayla, please, | need

you.*

Nothing. Complete, terrifying silence where she should have been.

The wolf poison. It was still in my system, cuttingoff from everything that madestrong. | was alone in

my own head again.

“Get up,” | whispered to myself, my voice shaking. “You have to get up.”

| tried to stand and immediately collapsed. My legs felt like water. Every muscle in my body screamed in

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protest. Whatever they'd injectedwith had leftweaker than a human.

| looked down at myself and nearly vomited again. My clothes were in tatters, stained with blood and worse

things. Dried gore caked my skin. My left ankle was swollen to twice its normal size, already turning purple.

But | was breathing. My heart was beating. Somehow, impossibly, | wasn’t dead.

*They threwaway like trash,* | realized with growing horror. *They thought | was dead and dumped me

with the others.

“Adrian, Damien” | whispered, the thought of my family givingthe strength to try again. “I have to get

home.”

Using a nearby tree trunk for support, | managed to pull myself upright. My ankle nearly buckled the moment

| put weight on it. Definitely sprained, possibly broken. But it held.

| looked around, trying to get my bearings. Dense forest stretched in every direction. No roads, no buildings,

no signs of civilization. Just trees and underbrush that could hide an army of rogues.

*Where am I?* Panic started to claw at my chest. *How far into rogue territory did they take me?*

| picked a direction at random and started walking. Each step was agony. My ankle sent lightning bolts of pain

up my leg. My ribs ached with every breath. The wolf poison made everything worse, amplifying pain that

should have been manageable.

*Damien,* | tried reaching out through our mate bond. *Damien, can you hear me?*

The connection felt cold, distant, like trying to call through static. But it wasn’t broken. Muffled, maybe

blocked by whatever poison they'd pumped into me.

He was alive. He had to be alive.

The forest was eerily quiet. No bird calls, no rustle of small animals. Even the trees seemed to lean away from

this place, as if nature itself wanted nothing to do with the horror behind me.

After what felt like hours, | had to stop. | was gasping for air, my whole body shaking with exhaustion. My hands

were trembling so badly | could barely grip the tree | was leaning against.

The wolf poison had stolen everything-my strength, my healing, my enhanced senses. | was as helpless as a

newborn.

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| pushed away from the tree and kept walking. My ankle was getting worse-each step sent fresh waves of agony

through my leg. | started limping heavily, using trees for support whenever | could.

The sun was climbing higher, beating down through the canopy with unseasonable warmth. Sweat mixed

with the dried blood on my skin, making everything itch and burn. My mouth was bone dry. When had | last

had water?

A branch caught my torn shirt, yankingbackward. | stumbled, my ankle finally giving out completely. | hit

the ground hard, my vision going white with pain.

For a long moment, | just lay there in the dirt and leaves, gasping. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Every

cut, every bruise, every ache amplified tenfold without my wolf healing.

| rolled onto my side, biting back a scream as my ribs protested. My hands were scraped raw from all the

falls. Blood seeped through my torn clothing from a dozen different wounds.

Using a fallen log for support, | managed to get back on my feet. My ankle buckled immediately, but | caught

myself. | couldn’t put any real weight on it anymore, but I could still hobble.

The sun reached its peak and started to descend. How many hours had | been walking? It felt like days. My

legs were shaking so badly | could barely stay upright.

But | couldn't stop. Stopping meant dying. Dying meant leaving Adrian orphaned, leaving Damien to blame

himself for not findingin time.

The sun was starting to sink toward the horizon when | finally heard it-voices.

My head snapped up, ignoring the fresh wave of dizziness. Through a gap in the trees, | could see movement.

Three figures in what looked like military fatigues.

Border patrol. It had to be border patrol.

“Help,” | tried to call out, but only a hoarse croak emerged from my ruined throat. | swallowed hard, tasting

blood, and tried again.

“Help me,” | managed, the words barely audible.

They didn’t hear. They were moving away, their voices getting fainter with each step.

*No!* Panic gavestrength | didn’t know | still had. | dragged myself toward them, using my arms to pull

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my body forward when my legs wouldn’t cooperate. Rocks and roots tore at my clothes, opened fresh cuts on

my skin.

“HELP!” | screamed with everything | had left, my voice breaking completely. “PLEASE, HELP ME!”

The figures stopped. Turned.

“Someone’s out there,” | heard one of them say.

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