Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237

Gabriel’s Perspective

Everything was unfolding exactly as I had planned.

There I was, sitting in my dingy apartment—the one I barely managed to pay for with my meager salary—watching the turmoil unfold through Emma’s carefully orchestrated updates.

Sera had finally left.

Damien was unraveling.

The flawless couple. The perfect family. The ideal life that should have been mine.

All of it was falling apart, crumbling into nothingness.

And, honestly? It felt incredible.

I reclined on my stained, threadbare couch, letting out a harsh laugh that bounced off the thin, peeling walls. My neighbors probably caught the sound, but I didn’t give a damn.

Let them hear. Let the entire world hear.

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At last—finally—Damien was getting the reckoning he deserved.

My phone vibrated. A message from Emma.

**Emma:** He threatened me. Actually put his hand on my throat.

I read the message twice, then a slow smile spread across my face.

Good. That meant we were breaking through his perfect Alpha facade, cracking the armor he hid behind.

**Me:** Did he believe it?

**Emma:** I think so. He’s desperate. Angry. Exactly where we want him.

**Me:** And the pregnancy story?

**Emma:** He hates it. Wants me to terminate. Offered me millions.

My grin widened. Of course he did. Damien only cared about himself—his image, his flawless life.

Not the woman carrying his “child.” Not the consequences of his own reckless actions.

Typical.

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**Me:** Perfect. Keep pressing. Make him panic.

**Emma:** He’s already panicking. You should’ve seen his face when I told him.

I wished I’d been there to witness it. To see my perfect brother finally lose his grip on control.

But this was almost better—knowing the damage was happening, knowing I was the one causing it.

And knowing it was only going to get worse from here.

I set my phone down and stared blankly at the cracked ceiling.

This apartment was a joke. One cramped bedroom barely large enough to fit a mattress. A kitchen with a stove that worked only half the time. A bathroom with mold creeping in the corners.

This was what I’d been reduced to.

While Damien lived in his sprawling mansion, surrounded by his perfect wife, perfect children, and perfect pack.

Everything that should have been mine.

Sera should have been mine.

The golden child. The perfect Alpha. The one everyone adored.

While I was nothing. Nobody. Just the embarrassment they tried to pretend didn’t exist.

I’d thought about killing him. Hundreds of times. Maybe thousands.

But I was a coward. Always had been. And Damien was too strong. Too protected. Too untouchable.

Until Emma.

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Beautiful, ambitious, desperate Emma.

She approached me six months ago at some pack event I crashed, hoping for free food and alcohol.

“I need your help,” she said, eyes sharp and calculating. Cold. “And you need mine.”

I laughed. “What could you possibly offer me?”

“Revenge,” she smiled. “Against your brother.”

And just like that, my interest was piqued.

Emma was brilliant. Twisted. Exactly the kind of ally I needed.

She’d been in love with Damien for years—watching him, waiting, hoping he’d notice her.

But he never did. His eyes were only ever for Sera.

“I hate her,” Emma confessed over drinks one night. “I hate how perfect she is. How everyone loves her. How he looks at her like she’s the only person in the world.”

“So we destroy them,” I said simply. “We take everything they have.”

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