Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Valerie's POV 1

The acrid smoke from Voss'’s cigarette mixed with the stench of unwashed bodies and stale beer that

permanently permeated the rogue camp. | stretched languidly against his massive chest, my naked skin still

gleaming with sweat from our latest encounter. Around us, the ramshackle throne room-if you could call

this collection of stolen furniture and animal pelts a throne room-buzzed with the usual evening

debauchery.

“Again,” Voss growled, his massive hands gripping my hips as he pulleddown harder onto his lap. His voice

was rough with barely contained lust, the stone that had made a dozen rogue soldiers beg for their turn

withearlier.

| threw my head back, golden hair cascading over my shoulders as | moved against him with practiced

expertise. The power | wielded here was intoxicating-not just over Voss, but over every male in this

godforsaken camp. They fought each other for the privilege of warming my bed, and | used every single one

of them to forget the humiliation the former pack had putthrough.

“My lady is insatiable tonight,” one of Voss'’s lieutenants, called out from across the room where he lounged

with Anna. She was draped across his lap like a cat, her bleached hair wild and her lipstick smeared.

“Can you blme?” | purred, trailing my nails down Voss’s scarred chest. “When | have such... capable

warriors to choose from.”

The room erupted in appreciative growls and crude laughter. These animals were so easy to manipulate, so

desperate for female attention that they'd do anything | asked. It was almost too simple.

But my moment of satisfaction was shattered by the sound of running footsteps outside. The heavy wooden

door to our makeshift throne room burst open with enough force to rattle the entire structure, and a lone

figure stumbled inside.

The messenger was barely recognizable as one of our own. His clothes were torn and blackened, his face

streaked with soot and blood. One arm hung uselessly at his side, and he could barely stay upright as he

staggered toward us.

“Voss!” he gasped, falling to his knees before the makeshift throne. “Sir, I... the mission...”

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But even as the words left my mouth, a terrible understanding began to dawn.

“Telleverything,” | demanded, grabbing the messenger by his uninjured arm. “Every detail about how they

knew, how they prepared, everything!”

He winced but didn’t pull away. “The timing was too perfect, my lady. They didn’t just happen to have

explosives in the right places-they were placed specifically to target our retreat routes.”

“Who?” Voss's voice was barely above a growl, but it carried enough menace to make every person in the

room flinch.

“That's the thing,” the messenger said, his eyes darting nervously between Voss and me. “The other rogues,

the ones who’d been monitoring their communications... they've been hearing talk about a new Luna.

Someone with special abilities, someone who's been healing their wounded and giving strategic advice.”

The world seemed to tilt sideways. Luna. New Luna. Someone with healing abilities and strategic intelligence.

“Describe her,” | whispered, though part ofalready knew the answer.

“Dark hair, green eyes. Used to be an omega, but somehow becan alpha. They say she can heal mortal

wounds with just her touch, and that she’s the one who cup with the plan to trap our forces.”

A sound escaped my throat that was part scream, part animal howl. Everything | had worked for, everything |

had sacrificed, and that pathetic little omega had not only stolen my place beside Damien but had actively

orchestrated the destruction of my new life.

“SERAPHINA!” | shrieked, the ntearing from my throat like a curse. “That fucking bitch! How is this

possible? She was nothing! A nobody! A worthless omega who should be dead!”

Anna sat up straighter, her face pale with sudden understanding. “Val, if she’s really becLuna...”

“She hasn't becanything!” | snarled, spinning to face her. “She’s a fraud, a pretender who's somehow fooled

everyone into believing she’s special. But | know the truth. | know what she really is.”

Voss was watchingwith calculating eyes, his earlier rage giving way to the cold intelligence that made

him a formidable enemy. “You know this woman.”

“She’s my stepsister,” | spat, not caring anymore about maintaining the fiction that had helpedgain

acceptance here. “The omega brat my parents took in out of pity. She ruined my engagement, stole my

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rightful place, and now she’s destroyed my chance at revenge.”

“Then we kill her,” Voss said simply, as if discussing the weather.

Yes, he’s right. Kill, I'll kill her!

| leaned into his touch, but my eyes remained fixed on the messenger who had brought us this devastating

news. Soon, very soon, Seraphina Knight would learn what happened to omega bitches who forgot their

place in the world.

She'd stolen everything from me, but | was going to take something from her that she could never get back.

Her son. Her mate. Her life.

All of it.

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