Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 230

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Seraphina’s POVR

The coffee shop Gabriel chose was exactly the kind of place I’d expect from him—too expensive, too trendy, full of people who cared more about being seen than actually drinking coffee.

I spotted him immediately. Sitting in the back corner booth, that familiar smirk already plastered on his

face.

My stomach churned. Every instinct screamed to turn around and leave.

But I needed answers. And he had them.

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I forced my feet to move. Crossed the crowded space. Slid into the seat across from him.

“Well, well.” His smile widened. “Look who showed up.”

I didn’t respond. Just stared at him with as much contempt as I could manage.

“You look good, Sera.” His eyes dragged over me

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slowly. Deliberately. “Really good. That tight little body of yours-”

“Don’t you dare.” The word came out sharp.

He laughed. Leaned back in his seat. “What? I’m just appreciating the view. Can’t blame a guy for looking”

My hands clenched into fists under the table. “I didn’t

come here for this.”

“No?” He tilted his head. Mock innocence. “Then why did you come? Finally realized my brother’s boring as hell? Ready to remember what a real man feels like?”

The urge to slap him was overwhelming.

“Come on, Sera.” He leaned forward. His voice

dropping lower. More intimate. “We were so good

together. Remember? The way you used to moan my

name-”

“Stop your disgusting mouth.” I forced the word through clenched teeth.

“Why? Because it’s true?” His smile turned cruel.

“Because you remember exactly how good I made you feel? How many times I made you-”

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“Your performance was mediocre at best.” The words came out ice–cold. “Actually, Valerie told me your sexual function is pretty terrible. Said you couldn’t even last five minutes.”

His face went red. The smirk vanished.

“She said what?”

“You heard me.” I leaned back. Crossed my arms. “My sister complained constantly about your…

shortcomings. Said sleeping with you was like watching paint dry. Boring. Disappointing. Over way too fast.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched. His hands gripped the edge of the table.

“That lying bitch-”

“So no.” I cut him off. “I have absolutely zero interest in ‘restoring‘ anything with you. I’d rather eat glass. I’d rather set myself on fire. I’d rather literally do anything else than touch you again.”

The silence that followed was delicious.

He sat there. Face burning. Pride wounded. Exactly

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where I wanted him.

“Now.” I kept my voice businesslike. “Are you going to give me what I came for? Or did you waste both our time?”

He stared at me for a long moment. Something dark flickering behind his eyes.

Then he pulled out his phone. Started scrolling.

“The surveillance footage.” I prompted. “That’s why I’m

here.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He didn’t look up. “I heard you.”

“So?”

“So…” He set the phone down. Pushed it toward me slightly. “Here’s the thing.”

My stomach dropped. “What thing?”

“I don’t actually have the footage.”

Of course. Of course he didn’t.

I started to stand up. “Then we’re done here.”

“Wait.” His hand shot out. Grabbed my wrist. “I said I

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don’t have it. Not that I can’t get it for you.”

I yanked my arm free. “What’s the difference?”

“The difference is I know where it is.” He leaned back

again. That smirk returning. “I know which hotel. Which room. Exactly when it happened.”

My heart hammered. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” He pulled out a napkin. Started writing. “See for yourself.”

He slid the napkin across the table.

I stared at the address written there. Hotel name.

Room number. Date and time.

“The Meridian. Room 2847.” Gabriel’s voice was casual

now. Almost helpful. “They checked in around 10 PM. Didn’t check out until noon the next day.”

“The hotel has cameras in every hallway,” he

continued. “Every elevator. Every entrance and exit. If you want proof of what happened, that’s where you’ll find it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

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“Because.” He shrugged. “I have nothing to gain by lying. You’ll either go there and find out I’m right, or you’ll go there and find out I’m wrong. Either way, I get to watch the drama unfold.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him.

He was enjoying this. Every second of it. The chaos. The pain. The destruction.

“You’re sick,” I said quietly.

“Maybe.” He grinned. “But I’m not wrong.”

I grabbed the napkin. Stood up.

“Where are you going?” He called after me. “Don’t you want to hear more details? I could tell you all about—”

“Go to hell, Gabriel.”

I walked away. Fast. Before I could change my mind. Before I could do something stupid like throw my

coffee in his face.

The cool air outside hit me like a slap.

I stood on the sidewalk for a moment. Staring at the napkin in my hand.

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The Meridian Hotel. Room 2847.

I could go there. Ask for the footage. Confirm what Gabriel had shown me.

Or I could walk away. Go home. Pretend I never saw that picture. Never had this conversation.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out.

Unknown number again.

**Unknown: Did you get what you needed? :)**

Gabriel. Of course.

I blocked the number without responding.

Then I looked at the napkin again.

The Meridian Hotel was fifteen blocks from here.

Twenty–minute walk. Ten–minute drive if I caught a

cab.

I could be there in minutes. Could have answers in an

hour.

The question was–did I actually want those answers?

What if Gabriel was telling the truth? What if the

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footage showed exactly what he’d claimed? Damien

and Emma checking in together. Spending the night. Leaving the next morning.

Could I handle seeing that? Could I survive watching proof of my husband betraying me?

But what if I didn’t look? What if I just went home and pretended everything was fine?

That felt worse somehow. Living in doubt. Never knowing for sure. Always wondering.

I started walking.

My feet carried me forward. One step. Then another.

Then another.

The napkin crumpled in my fist.