Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother novel Chapter 117

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The soft beeping of machines had become the soundtrack to my new existence. Three weeks in this sterile

white room, three weeks of watching the same patch of afternoon sunlight creep across the floor, marking

time I couldn’t get back.

Three weeks of being utterly, completely alone in my own head.

I shifted carefully in the hospital bed, wincing as my ribs protested the movement. The doctors said I was

healing remarkably well for a human. That phrase haunted me.

*For a human.*

Because that’s what I was now. Just human. Weak, fragile, ordinary.

The silence in my mind was deafening. No Ayla’s warm presence. No pack connection humming in the

background like a constant heartbeat. No enhanced senses bringing me information about the world around

1. Just… nothing.

I pressed my palm against my stomach, feeling the slight curve where our baby was growing. At least you’re

okay, little one. At least you survived what I couldn’t protect you from.

The baby was the only good thing to come out of this nightmare. Dr. Morgan checked daily, and every time

she smiled and said the same thing: “Strong heartbeat. Growing perfectly. Your little miracle.”

My miracle. The one bright spot in this sea of loss.

“Knock knock!” Adrian’s voice preceded him through the door, followed by the sound of small sneakers

squeaking against the linoleum floor. “Mama, I brought you something!”

My heart clenched with love and pain as my five-year-old son bounded into the room, clutching a slightly

wilted dandelion in his tiny fist. His silver-blue eyes-so much like his father’s-sparkled with excitement.

“I picked it from the garden!” He climbed carefully onto the chair beside my bed. “It’s yellow like sunshine to

make you feel better”

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” I reached out to stroke his soft brown hair, my movements still careful and

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deliberate. Everything hurt, but seeing Adrian’s smile was worth any amount of pain. “Thank you for thinking

of Mama.”

“Are you gonna come home soon?” His bottom lip wobbled slightly. “I miss having bedtime stories. Daddy

tries, but he does the voices all wrong.”

“Soon, baby,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Mama just needs to get a little stronger first.”

“You’re growing my baby brother or sister in your tummy.” His eyes went wide with wonder. “Is that why

you’re so tired?”

“That’s part of it.” I smoothed his hair again, memorizing the silky texture. “The baby is growing nice and

strong, just like you did.”

“Can I feel?” Adrian’s hand hovered over my stomach with the careful reverence only children possessed.

I guided his small palm to the slight curve, even though it was too early for movement. “Right there. That’s

your little brother or sister.”

Tears threatened to spill as I watched him. How was I supposed to raise him without Ayla’s strength? How

could I protect him when I couldn’t even protect myself?

“Adrian.” Damien’s voice from the doorway made me look up. He leaned against the frame, watching us. “Time

to let Mama rest.”

“But I just got here!” Adrian protested.

“You can come back tomorrow,” Damien promised, moving into the room. He was dressed in one of his perfectly tailored business suits, looking every inch the powerful Alpha he was. It made the distance between

us feel even wider. “Mama needs to sleep so she can get better.”

Adrian sighed dramatically but climbed down from the chair. He gave me a careful hug, mindful of my

bandages, and whispered in my ear: “I love you, Mama, Come home soon, okay?”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Damien walked Adrian to the door, speaking quietly to whoever was waiting in the hallway-probably Ophelia

or Lucas.

He looked tired. His usually perfect appearance was slightly rumpled, and there were new lines around his

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eyes that hadn’t been there a month ago. The guilt in his expression deepened every time he looked at me,

and I knew why.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked, settling into the chair Adrian had vacated.

“Better,” I lied automatically. “Dr. Morgan says I might be able to go home next week.”

Something flickered across his face-relief mixed with what looked like panic. “That’s… that’s good news. But

you shouldn’t rush it. Take all the time you need to heal properly.”

And then he was gone, leaving me alone with the beeping machines and the crushing weight of everything I’d

lost.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but rest wouldn’t come. Instead, I listened to the sounds of the hospital

around me. Nurses’ soft-soled shoes in the hallway. Muffled conversations at the nurses’ station. The distant

ding of elevator doors.

And then, Damien’s voice, farther than it should have been.

“Claire? Yeah, I know it’s late.”

I opened my eyes, realizing he must be just outside my room, probably thinking I was asleep. His voice

carried through the partially open door clearly enough for my merely-human hearing to catch.

“We need to start the hiring process for a new assistant,” he was saying. “Someone with experience in pack

business management.”

My heart stopped.

A new assistant. To replace me.

“I know it seems premature,” Damien continued, “but we can’t keep operating short-staffed. And Seraphina…

she needs to focus on her recovery right now. This stress isn’t good for her or the baby.”

Claire’s response was too quiet for me to hear, but Damien’s next words hit me like a slap.

“No, she can’t come back to that role. Even when she’s physically healed, she’s… different now. Vulnerable, I

can’t put her in a position where she might be targeted again.”

*Because I’m human now. Because I’m weak.*

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The words shattered something inside me that I hadn’t even realized was still intact. Whatever foolish hope

I’d been clinging to-that maybe things could go back to normal, that maybe we could find a way through this together-crumbled to dust.

He was moving on. Moving past me. Finding a replacement.

“Email me the candidates’ resumes tomorrow,” Damien said. “Schedule interviews for next week. I want

someone in place before… before she comes home.”