Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

14 Chapter 14

Seraphina’s POV 1

Valerie's shriek cut through the elegant atmosphere of the restaurant like a knife through silk, causing every

conversation to halt mid- sentence. | could feel dozens of pairs of eyes turning toward us, their curious gazes

burning into my skin like hot coals. The humiliation was immediate and overwhelming-standing there with wine

dripping from my hair and dress, facing the woman who had destroyed my

world five years ago.

All | wanted was to disappear, to melt into the marble floor and never face another judgmental stare. | turned

toward the nearest exit, desperate to escape this nightmare, but Valerie's perfectly manicured nails dug into my

wrist like talons.

“How did you get in here?!” she demanded, her voice pitched loud enough to ensure every wolf in the vicinity

could hear every word.

“Did you sneak in? What gives you the right to be here?!”

The familiar cruelty in her tone, the way she spoke tolike | was something disgusting she’d found on the

bottom of her shoe, ignited a fire in my chest that I'd spent five years banking. This wasn’t the broken eighteen-

year-old girl she’d tormented in Whispering Valley. | was stronger now, harder, and I'd be damned if | let her

humiliateagain.

| yanked my wrist free from her grip with enough force to make her stumble-backward, my eyes blazing with

fury. “I have every right to be here,” | said, my voice carrying clearly across the suddenly silent restaurant. “In

fact, I'm the one who organized this entire evening.

And | don’t recall seeing your non the guest list | personally curated.”

Valerie's mouth fell open in shock, clearly not expectingto fight back. For a moment, she actually looked

uncertain, glancing around at the watching crowd as if suddenly realizing she might not have the upper hand

she’d assumed.

But the moment of doubt passed quickly, replaced by the svicious spite | remembered all too well. If

anything, my defiance seemed

to fuel her rage rather than discourage it.

“It's you!” she screamed, her voice rising to an almost hysterical pitch as she pointed atlike | was a criminal

she was identifying in a

lineup. “You're the omega! The one who-"

“What the hell is going on here?”

Damien's voice cut through Valerie's tirade like a blade, his tone carrying enough Alpha authority to make

several nearby wolves

automatically step back. | felt his presence before | saw him—that intoxicating blend of sandalwood and raw

power that made my

whimper with recognition and need.

wolf

He materialized besidewith predatory grace, his large hand immediately settling on my waist in a gesture

that was unmistakably

possessive and protective. The warmth of his palm through the damp fabric of my dress was like an anchor in

the storm of humiliation

and anger swirling around me.

His piercing blue eyes took in the scene with the efficiency of a tactical assessmentstanding there dripping

with wine, Valerie's

flushed face and accusatory finger, the circle of fascinated onlookers who were clearly enjoying the . When

his gaze landed on my

ruined dress, his jaw tightened with what looked like barely controlled fury.

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Without a word, he shrugged out of his perfectly tailored suit jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The

expensive fabric was warm from his body heat and infused with his scent, wrapping aroundlike a shield

against the hostile stares.

“Someone want to explain why my date is covered in wine?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm but carrying

an undertone that promised swift and terrible consequences for whoever was responsible.

Valerie immediately released whatever composure she’d managed to maintain, practically throwing herself at

Damien and wrapping her arms around his free arm like a drowning woman clutching a life preserver.

“Damien, thank God you're here!” she gushed, pressing herself against his side with theatrical desperation. “I

can’t believe you made her your assistant! Don’t you realize what she is? She's nothing but a low-class omega

who-"

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Damien’s arm tensed under her grip, and then he was shaking her off with

enough force to send her stumbling backward in her stilettos. His face was a mask of cold fury as he gestured

sharply toward the restaurant's security

personnel.

“Get her out of here,” he commanded, his Alpha authority making the order ring through the air like a decree.

“Now.”

But Valerie, desperate and seeing her chance slipping away, opened her mouth and unleashed every piece of

poisonous ammunition

she'd been saving.

“Wait!” she shrieked as two large security guards began moving toward her. “Don’t you want to know the truth

about your precious

assistant? About who she really is?”

| felt my blood turn to ice in my veins.

“She’s not just srandom omega, Damien! She used to date Gabriel-your brother, my husband! They were

together for years before she turned eighteen!” Valerie's voice was rising to a fever pitch, her words tumbling

out in a rush as she fought to get them all out before the security guards reached her. “She has a child, doesn’t

she? A little boy? | bet he’s Gabriel's! She got herself knocked up and my

parents had to throw her out for being such a—"

“Enough!” Damien roared, but the damage was already done.

Every word hung in the air like smoke from an explosion, impossible to take back or ignore. The entire restaurant

had gone completely silent, every wolf straining to hear this delicious piece of gossip. | could feel their eyes on