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Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother novel Chapter 207

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Seraphina’s POV 1

Silence.

I kept staring out the window. My reflection stared backhollow eyes, pale face, a ghost wearing my skin.

*He’s going to say no. Of course he’s going to say no. Why would he let you near them after what you did? After what you’ve become?*

My hands clenched into fists. Nails digging into palms hard enough to hurt.

The kids. Adrian and Lily.My voice cracked. Can I see them?

More silence. Each second felt like an eternity.

I braced myself. For the refusal. For the lecture about how I didn’t deserve them. How I’d abandoned them. How seeing me would only

confuse them, hurt them, destroy whatever peace they’d found without me.

I’d already built the walls back up. Already prepared myself for the pain.

Then he spoke.

Yeah. Okay.

My breath caught. My heart stuttered.

*Did he just—*

I spun around so fast my vision blurred. What?

Damien sat on the couch, head in his hands like he was holding the weight of the world. He looked destroyed. Aged. Like something vital

had been carved out of him.

I said okay.” He lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with dark circles. You can see them.”

You’reI couldn’t form words. Couldn’t process this. You’re saying yes?

Yeah.

Just like that?

Just like that.

I stared at him. Searched his face for the trap. The conditions. The cruel twist.

There had to be something. Some impossible requirement. Some way this would blow up in my face.

But all I saw was exhaustion. Defeat. Something broken that might never heal.

Why?The word barely made it past my lips.

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He was quiet. So quiet I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Then he sighed. The sound was heavy enough to crush me.

Because you asked.His voice was raw. Barely human. Because after everything I’ve donethis is the one thing I can give you

The words hung between us like a blade.

My chest tightened. My throat closed up. I couldn’t breathe couldn’t think couldn’t-

When?I forced the word out. Focused on that instead. On the kids. On anything except the memory of his hands his weight his-

*Stop. Don’t think about it.*

When can I see them?

Today. If you want.He paused. His jaw worked like he was chewing glass. But Serathere’s something you need to do first.

There it was.

The catch.

My stomach dropped. What?

You need to clean yourself up.” He gestured at me. The movement was tired. Defeated. Get yourself together. Eat something. Change

clothes. Look

Normal?The word came out venomous.

The kids are smart,he continued like I hadn’t spoken. Sensitive. Especially Adrian. They’ll know if something’s wrong. They’ll sense it

the second they see you.”

Right. This wasn’t about me. Wasn’t about him. Wasn’t about the nightmare we’d become.

This was about Adrian and Lily.

Who didn’t need to see their mother looking like death. Who didn’t deserve a broken shell of a woman who could barely function.

Who deserved better. Had always deserved better.

Fine.The fight drained out of me. Left me hollow. I’ll clean up.”

I brought food earlier.He gestured to the table. You need to eat. You’ve barely eaten anything in days.”

I walked to the table. Each step took effort. My body felt disconnected. Like I was piloting it from somewhere far away.

My stomach turned. The thought of eating made bile rise in my throat.

But I sat down anyway. Opened the first container.

Soup. Still warm somehow. The smell hit me and my stomach lurched.

I picked up the spoon. My hand shook. The soup rippled.

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I brought it to my mouth. Swallowed.

It tasted like nothing. Like eating wet cardboard. Like swallowing ash.

But I kept going.

Damien watched from the couch. I felt his eyes on me. Heavy, Guilty. Burning.

I focused on eating. Mechanical movements. Spoon. Mouth. Swallow. Repeat.

My throat kept closing up. My body kept trying to reject it.

But I forced it down anyway.

For them. For my kids.

By the time I finished, my stomach felt wrong. Too full. Like I’d swallowed rocks.

I stood up. Too fast. The room tilted.

I grabbed the table. Steadied myself. Breathed through the nausea.

Things that reminded me of before. When I was whole. When I was someone worth loving.

I pulled out a dress. Dark blue. Simple. Conservative.

There’s makeup in the bathroom,Damien said quietly. Andeverything else you need.”

I nodded. Didn’t look at him.

I walked into the bathroom. Closed the door. Locked it.

Then I looked at myself in the mirror.

And nearly screamed.

A ghost stared back. Hollow eyes. Sunken cheeks. Bruises fading to sickly yellowgreen.

And on my neck-

*Oh God.*

Dark purple marks. Bite marks. His marks.

Evidence written on my skin. Proof of what he’d done. What I’d let happen.

My hand flew to my throat. Touched one gently.

Pain bloomed. Sharp and immediate.

I pressed harder. Welcomed the hurt.

Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them back furiously.

I opened the cabinet with shaking hands. Found the makeup.

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Foundation. Concealer. Powder. Brushes.

I started with my face. Dabbing foundation over bruises. Over shadows. Over the truth.

My hands trembled so badly I had to restart three times.

But slowlyslowlythe ghost began to disappear.

The bruises faded under layers of makeup. The hollow look softened. The death pallor warmed to something almost humanı.

I moved to my neck. The marks there seemed to pulse. To throb.

*His marks. His claim. His proof of ownership.*

My stomach lurched. I gripped the sink until my knuckles went white.

*Cover them. Just cover them and don’t think about it.*

I applied concealer with careful precision. Layer after layer. Building a barrier between the truth and what the kids would see.

Each stroke of the brush felt like burying evidence. Hiding a crime.

*Because that’s what it was. A crime. And you’re covering it up.*

By the time I finished, you couldn’t tell. Couldn’t see what lay underneath.

Just smooth skin. Normal skin.

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