Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The drive back to Silver Moon Harbor felt like racing through a nightmare where the road kept stretching longer

with each mile, no

matter how hard | pressed the accelerator. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone

white, and | could taste copper in my mouth from where I'd bitten my lip hard enough to draw blood.

My phone had gone completely black after that final call with Ophelia, the screen cracked and unresponsive no

matter how frantically |

pressed the power button. Now it was nothing but a useless piece of plastic and metal, cuttingoff from any

updates about Adrian’s

situation.

“Please,” | whispered to any god who might be listening, pressing the dead phone against my chest like a

talisman. “Please let him be safe.

I'll do anything. Just let my baby be okay.”

The moment | reached the school parking lot, | was out of the car and running toward the building on legs that

felt like jelly. My high

heels clicked frantically against the asphalt as | raced toward the main entrance, my heart hammering so hard

against my ribs | thought

it might burst.

The front doors were locked-of course they were locked, school had ended hours ago. | pounded on the glass

with both fists, not caring

that | probably looked like a madwoman, until a janitor finally appeared from somewhere in the depths of the

building.

“Ma'am, school’s been closed for-"

“My son!” | gasped, pressing my face against the glass. “Someone took my son! | need to speak with his

teacher, with anyone who was

here, please!”

The janitor’s expression softened as he took in my obvious distress. He unlocked the door and stepped aside to

letin. “What's your boy’s name? | can try calling Mrs. Henderson at home.”

“Adrian Knight,” | said, my voice breaking on his name. “He's in Mrs. Henderson's class. Someone picked him up

who wasn’t supposed to.”

Mrs. Henderson arrived within twenty minutes. She foundsitting in the hallway outside her classroom, my

head in my hands as |

tried to keep breathing through the panic attacks that kept washing overin waves.

“Seraphina? Oh dear, what's happened?”

| looked up at her through eyes that felt swollen from crying. “Someone took Adrian. You let someone take my

son.”

Her face went pale. “The woman said she was his aunt. She had identification-her last nwas Knight, same

as yours. She said you'd

had an emergency at work and had asked her to pick him up.”

“What did she look like?” | managed to ask, though I already suspected | knew the answer.

“Blonde hair, maybe late twenties? Well-dressed, very polite. She seemed to know details about you and

Adrian...” Mrs. Henderson trailed off, guilt flooding her features as understanding dawned. “Oh God. Oh,

Seraphina, I'm so sorry. | thought she was legitimate.”

Valerie. Of course it was Valerie.

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“Mrs. Henderson,” | said urgently, turning to the teacher who was still standing nearby with guilt written across

her kind face. “I need to borrow your phone. Mine was damaged, and | need to call someone who might know

where Adrian is.”

My hands were shaking so badly | could barely manage to remove my SIM card from the broken device and

insert it into Mrs.

Henderson's phone.

The moment the phone connected to the network, | dialed Valerie’s number from memory. My blood turned to ice

as the phone began to

ring, each tone echoing in the empty hallway like a countdown to disaster.

She answered on the second ring.

“Where is my son?” | didn’t bother with greetings or pleasantries. “Valerie, | swear to God, if you've hurt him-"

“Oh, hello there, sister dear!” Valerie's voice bubbled through the speaker with sickening cheerfulness, like she

was calling to chat about

the weather instead of committing kidnapping. “My, my, you sound upset. Is something wrong?”

“Where. Is. My. Son.” Each word cout sharp as broken glass.

“Adrian? Oh, he’s fine. Probably.” Her laugh was light and musical. “I really couldn't say for certain, though.”

| had to grip the edge of a nearby desk to keep from collapsing as the implications of her words hitlike

physical blows. “You left him

somewhere? Valerie, he’s four years old! Where did you take him?”

“Now, now, no need to get hysterical,” Valerie said. “I’m sure he'll turn up eventually. Children usually do, don’t

they? Well, most of them

anyway.”

“I'll kill you,” | whispered, my voice carrying every ounce of maternal fury | possessed. “I will tear your throat out

with my bare hands and

watch you bleed to death if anything happens to him.”

“Such violence! Really, Sera, motherhood hasn't improved your temper at all.” Valerie's voice was positively

dripping with false concern.

“But don’t worry-I might be willing to tell you where | left the little darling. For a price, of course.”

“What do you want?” The words tasted like ash in my mouth.

“Marriage, of course. Harold is quite generous-he’s even willing to raise that little bastard as his own.”

“| already told you no,” | said, my voice growing stronger with each word. “I'm not marrying anyone, especially

not that disgusting pig.”

“Oh, but you are, Valerie said. “Because if you don’t show up at the Knight house within two hours, ready to

apologize and accept

Harold's generous proposal, well... let's just say little Adrian might have a very lonely night in the big, scary

forest.”

The phone went dead, leavingstaring at the screen in complete silence. For a moment, | couldn't move,

couldn't breathe, couldn't do

anything except sit there as the full horror of the situation crashed over me. 1

Adrian was alone in the wilderness somewhere, probably terrified and calling for me. And the only way to get him

back was to sacrifice

myself to Harold's disgusting hands.

| was fumbling for my car keys when | heard the sharp click of heels against marble floors. | looked up to see a

familiar figure approaching through the school’s main entrance, and my blood turned to absolute ice. 1

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Valerie stepped through the doorway like she owned the place, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her designer

outfit immaculate

despite the late hour.

“Hello there, sister,” she purred, stopping just close enough that | could smell her expensive perfmixed with

something else. “You

look absolutely terrible. Really, Sera, you should take better care of yourself.”

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