Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 238

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Gabriel’s Perspective

For months, we meticulously crafted every element of the plan, leaving nothing to chance.

The idea of using a drug had come from Emma. Something potent enough to render Damien unconscious, to make him vulnerable, to blur the edges of his memory.

“We have to make it convincing,” she insisted. “He needs to wake up believing he actually crossed a line.”

There was the hotel room, the bruises, the staged photographs—all products of Emma’s cunning and twisted creativity.

And I executed my role flawlessly.

That evening in the conference room, the fabricated informant story, the drugged atmosphere—I watched Damien’s gaze lose focus, saw him falter, and witnessed Emma gently steer him toward the exit.

“I’ve got him,” she whispered. “You know what comes next.”

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And indeed, I did.

I trailed them to the hotel, ensuring we captured footage of their entrance together. Damien appeared unsteady, while Emma played the concerned assistant to perfection.

Then I withdrew, leaving Emma to weave her spell.

She inflicted marks on herself—carefully carved cuts and bruises designed to mimic bite marks.

“He’ll see these,” she explained. “And he’ll convince himself he did it.”

Pure genius. Absolutely brilliant.

And the pregnancy?

That was the ultimate stroke of genius.

Emma and I had been intimately involved for months—discreetly, cautiously, making sure no one caught wind.

“When I get pregnant,” she said, “we’ll tell him it’s his—from that night he can’t recall. He’ll believe it because what else could he believe?”

The timeline fit perfectly. The story held together seamlessly. Everything aligned.

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Everything was falling into place.

Now, Emma carried my child—my heir—but Damien would be convinced the baby was his.

The scandal would be flawless: the Alpha who betrayed his Luna, impregnated his assistant, and shattered his own family.

The pack would turn their backs on him. The Council would strip him of his title. And someone else would have to rise to lead.

Someone like me.

“You?” Emma had asked the first time I brought it up. “You really think they’d make you Alpha?”

“Why not? I’m his brother. His only living kin. Who else is there?”

She mulled it over, then nodded slowly. “It could work. If we play it right.”

And we would play it perfectly, because this was our only option.

This was my moment—my one shot to finally be someone, to finally claim what Damien had stolen from me.

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To finally possess what had been denied to me for so long.

My phone buzzed again.

**Emma: He’s completely broken. I’ve never seen him like this.**

**Me: Good. That’s exactly where we want him.**

**Emma: What’s next?**

**Me: We wait. Let him drown in his guilt. Let Sera’s hatred fester. Let everything unravel on its own.**

**Emma: And then?**

**Me: Then I step in—the concerned brother, the only one capable of fixing this mess, the only one strong enough to lead.**

**Emma: You really believe they’ll accept you?**

**Me: They won’t have a choice.**

I pictured it all so vividly—the future I’d build from the wreckage Damien left behind.

Me as Alpha, occupying his office, living in his home, commanding his pack.

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Emma as my Luna—radiant, capable, finally attaining everything she’d ever desired.

Our child as the heir, the next generation, the one destined to inherit it all.

And the women?

Oh, the women.

Valerie was still out there somewhere, leading that rogue pack on the borders, stirring trouble.

But I would find her. Bring her back. Show her what she’d been missing.

And Sera?

Sera would be the sweetest prize.

Once Damien was finished—his reputation in ruins, his power gone—I’d offer her protection, support, a way out of the chaos.

She’d be grateful, desperate, willing to do anything.

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“You’ll work for me,” I’d say. “As a servant. Cleaning. Cooking. Whatever I need.”

**Me: Good. Because that child is everything. Our ticket to the top. Proof he’s unfit to lead. Our leverage.**

**Emma: I know.**

**Me: Make sure Sera finds out. Soon. The longer we wait, the more chances Damien has to twist the story.**

**Emma: How am I supposed to tell her?**

**Me: I don’t care. Send her proof—photos, test results, whatever it takes. Just make sure she knows.**

**Emma: Okay. I’ll figure something out.**

**Me: And Emma?**

**Emma: Yeah?**

**Me: Don’t let Damien intimidate you. You’re carrying an Alpha’s child. That makes you powerful. Remember that.**

**Emma: I’ll try.**

I set my phone down, inhaled deeply, letting the anger simmer.

This was fine. Everything was still unfolding exactly as planned.

Damien was unraveling, making errors, revealing his true self.

And soon—very soon—everyone would see what I’d known all along:

My perfect brother was just as flawed and selfish as the rest of us.

Maybe even more so.

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I rose and walked to the small window overlooking the grimy street below.

This rundown apartment wouldn’t be mine much longer. Soon, I’d be living in that mansion, sitting in that office, wearing the Alpha title as if it had always belonged to me.

And Damien?

He’d be left with nothing, just as I had been for so many years.

He’d finally understand what it felt like to be ignored, dismissed, treated like dirt.

He’d know the pain of watching someone else live the life that should have been his.

The irony was exquisite.

My phone buzzed one last time.

**Emma: I’m scared.**

I smiled and typed back quickly.

**Me: Don’t be. We’re almost there. Just a little longer. Keep our baby safe and make sure Sera knows.**

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That’s all we need. Everything else will fall into place.