Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

The words hung in the air like a death sentence, each syllable hittingwith the force of a physical blow.

Two distinct life signatures. Two.

My legs gave out completely, and | gripped the edge of Sera’s hospital bed to keep from collapsing to the

floor. The room spun aroundin nauseating circles as my brain tried to process what Dr. Whitmore had

just said.

“What the hell does that mean?” | managed to choke out, though somewhere deep in my chest, Alex was

already beginning to understand. My wolf's excitement was building like a gathering storm, hope and fierce

protectiveness flooding through our bond so intensely it made my hands shake.

Dr. Whitmore's ancient eyes opened. His weathered hands continued to hover over Sera’s still form,

trembling slightly with either age or the magnitude of what he was sensing.

“There's a second heartbeat,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe that made the hair on the back of my

neck stand up. “Very faint, very new, but definitely present. Alpha... your mate is pregnant.”

The words hitlike a freight train.

Pregnant.

“How far along?” The question scraped my throat raw.

Dr. Whitmore closed his eyes again, his hands moving in slow, careful patterns over Sera’s abdomen. “Based

on the life force I'm sensing... perhaps six to seven weeks. The pregnancy is very early, but the child's essence

is remarkably strong.”

“Is that why she won't wake up?” Panic clawed at my chest as new fears crashed over me. “Is something

wrong with the pregnancy? Is that what's causing the coma?”

“Not causing it, no” Dr. Whitmore’s voice carried the patient authority of someone who had delivered

impossible news to panicked families for decades. “But it’s definitely related. Your mate’s body is doing

something I've never seen before, Alpha, She's channeling every ounce of her considerable life force into

protecting the developing child.”

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The words sent ice water through my veins. “What do you mean?”

“The healing she performed on seventeen critically wounded wolves...” The elderly doctor paused, choosing his

words carefully. “That level of energy expenditure should have killed her instantly. The fact that she’s alive

at all is a miracle.”

My knees buckled completely, and | had to catch myself against the wall to keep from falling. “You're saying

she should be dead?”

| stared down at Sera’s peaceful face, my heart hammering so hard | could hear my pulse in my ears. She

looked so small and fragile lying there, surrounded by beeping machines and tangled in white hospital sheets.

“So the baby is keeping her alive?” | managed.

“They're keeping each other alive,” Dr. Whitmore corrected gently. “The child is lending her strength, and

she’s protecting the child with everything she has. ”

“When will she wake up?” The question burned my throat like acid.

Dr. Whitmore began gathering his equipment, his movements slow and deliberate. “Soon, | believe. The

pregnancy is stabilizing her condition, and both life forces are growing stronger by the hour.”

After Dr. Whitmore left, | collapsed into the bedside chair that had becmy second hover the past

ten days. My hands shook as | reached out to place them gently on Sera’s still-flat abdomen, hardly daring to

believe what I'd just learned.

“Did you hear that, sweetheart?” | whispered into the silence, my voice cracking with emotion. “You've got a

little brother or sister in there, helping you fight your way back to us.”

For the first tin ten days, | felt something that resembled hope. But it was a terrifying kind of hope, the

kind that made every minute feel like an eternity and every small sound from the monitors spike my heart

rate into dangerous territory.

| must have dozed off at spoint, because the next thing | knew, Lucas was shaking my shoulder gently.

Sunlight was streaming through the hospital windows, and the afternoon shift of nurses was making their

rounds.

“Any changes?” he asked quietly, studying Sera’s face for signs of improvement.

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“She’s pregnant,” | said without preamble.

Lucas’s coffee cup slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a crash that sent hot liquid splashing across

the sterile tile. “She’s what?”

“Pregnant. Six or seven weeks.” The words felt surreal coming out of my mouth, like | was talking about

someone else’s life. “That's why she’s been unconscious so long. Her body is protecting the baby.”

“Jesus Christ.” Lucas sank into the visitor's chair, his face pale with shock.

Over the next few hours, the improvement in Sera’s condition becimpossible to ignore. Her color was

returning, the grayish pallor that had terrifiedgradually giving way to a healthy glow that seemed to

emanate from within. Her breathing deepened, becmore regular. Most importantly, when I held her

hand, | could swear | felt the faintest return pressure from her fingers.

“Con, Sera,” | murmured, pressing desperate kisses to her knuckles. “I know you're in there. Adrian needs

his mommy, and | need you so goddamn much | can barely breathe without you.”

The sun was setting outside the windows, painting the room in shades of gold and amber, when it finally

happened.

| was holding her hand and telling her about Adrian’s day at school-how he'd drawn a picture of our family

that included a new baby sister, how he’d asked his teacher if mommy wolves slept longer when they were

growing cubs-when | felt it.

The slightest movement. Barely perceptible, but definitely real.

Her hand had squeezed mine.

My heart stopped, then started again with a violent thud that made my vision blur around the edges. “Sera?

Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

For a moment, nothing. Then her eyelids fluttered-just the barest tremor of movement, but enough to make

my throat close up with emotion so intense it felt like drowning.

“Sera, con,” | urged, leaning forward until my forehead almost touched hers. “Cback to me, baby.

Cback to us.”

Her breathing changed, becoming shallower and more rapid, like someone swimming toward the surface

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from an impossible depth. The monitors around her bed began beeping faster, registering the increase in her

heart rate and brain activity.

And then something extraordinary happened.

The air in the room began to change. The scent that had always been uniquely Sera-lavender and vanilla

with that subtle omega sweetness-suddenly shifted.

“What the hell-” | started to say, but the words died in my throat.

Because Sera’s eyes were opening.

Slowly, like the sunrise after the longest night of my life, her eyelids lifted. But what looked back atwasn’t

what | expected.

Her eyes had always been a beautiful emerald green-deep and warm and endlessly expressive, the color of

forest depths and precious stones. But the eyes that met mine now were something entirely different.

They were still green, but it was a green unlike anything I'd ever seen. They seemed to glow with their own

inner light, as if someone had lit candles behind jade glass. The color was deeper, more vibrant, more alive

than anything in nature had a right to be.

But it wasn’t just her eyes. Her hair, which had been limp and lifeless for days, now seemed to move with a

vitality of its own.

And the scent... God, the scent that was pouring off her now made every instinct | had go haywire.

Where before she had carried the soft, sweet fragrance of an omega-submissive, nurturing, designed to

soothe and comfort-now the air around her crackled with something I'd never encountered. It was still

undeniably Sera, but layered underneath was an authority so profound that it made the hair on the back of

my neck stand up.

It was the scent of an alpha.

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