Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 239

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Emma’s Perspective

Exactly at 9:47 AM, a notification popped up on my phone, signaling the arrival of funds in my account.

Two million dollars. Just like that. A figure so vast it almost felt surreal.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, where the zeros stretched out in a perfect line. This was Damien’s desperate plea, his way of trying to erase the problem he saw in me.

But I wasn’t about to let him dictate my future.

After all the careful maneuvering, all the painstaking planning, he had the audacity to throw a threat my way—and back it up with a hefty bank transfer.

*If you tell Sera about this, I will kill you.*

I instinctively touched my neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingers. No bruises, no marks. He hadn’t physically harmed me yet. But the memory of his words sent a rush through my veins—not fear, but a fierce, thrilling excitement.

My phone buzzed again. Gabriel.

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Message 1 of 10

**Gabriel:** Did the money come through?

**Me:** Every single cent.

**Gabriel:** Good. Now get out. Today. Don’t hesitate.

I smiled to myself. Gabriel was always so impatient, like a kid counting down the days until Christmas morning.

But I understood why. Damien was volatile, unpredictable. Staying close could be dangerous. I had to protect this life growing inside me—the fragile, perfect life that would change everything.

**Me:** Already packing. Where to?

**Gabriel:** Somewhere remote. No pack members ever go there. I’ll send you some options.

**Me:** How long do I need to stay?

**Gabriel:** Until your pregnancy is obvious. So obvious no one can ignore it.

My hand instinctively slid down to my flat stomach. It still looked normal—just as it had for weeks. But beneath the surface…

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Beneath my skin was the future. Mine and Gabriel’s future.

This child would make me untouchable.

It would expose Damien’s betrayal.

It would shatter his marriage beyond repair.

And once the dust settled, once Sera was gone for good and Damien was broken beyond recognition…

I would step forward. The only woman who truly understood him, the only one willing to help him pick up the pieces.

Gradually—so slowly he wouldn’t even realize it—I’d become indispensable. Irreplaceable.

The mother of his child. His closest confidante.

His partner.

His Luna.

I began packing with a steady hand, folding clothes carefully. Enough for several months. Nothing fancy. I needed to look like someone desperate, someone hiding.

My phone buzzed again. Gabriel had sent me a list of three locations. Small towns, isolated. Places pack members never visited because there was nothing worth seeing.

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Message 3 of 10

I scanned the options, and one stood out immediately.

Millbrook. A town of just 3,000 people, two hours north. A farming community with a single grocery store and a tiny medical clinic.

Perfect.

**Me:** Millbrook. I’m leaving today.

**Gabriel:** Good choice. I’ll arrange a rental for you.

Cash only. No paper trail.

**Me:** Do you think he’ll try to find me?

**Gabriel:** Maybe. If he panics. But by then, you’ll be safely hidden.

I kept packing—my toiletries, my laptop, the burner phone Gabriel had given me months ago for our secret conversations.

Everything I needed to vanish.

My regular phone buzzed. A work email.

I opened it and skimmed the automatic reply confirming my leave request had been approved. Two months off for “medical reasons.”

I almost laughed. Medical reasons. If only they knew.

I typed a polite, professional response to HR, thanking them for their understanding during this “difficult time.”

Then I opened my contacts and found Damien’s name. I stared at it for a long moment.

No more.

Gabriel had texted me the address: a small house on the outskirts of town, fully furnished, paid six months in advance.

I pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and sat still for a moment, just breathing.

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This was it. My refuge. My sanctuary. The place where I would nurture this baby until it was time to make my move.

The house was exactly what I expected—small, plain, and unremarkable. The kind of place no one would give a second glance.

Inside, it was simple but clean. One bedroom, a tiny kitchen, a living room with a sagging couch and an old TV.

Perfect.

I unpacked slowly, carefully putting my clothes in the closet, setting up my laptop on the kitchen table, arranging my toiletries in the bathroom.

Making this place mine.

By evening, I was settled. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the empty fields visible through the window.

I brewed a cup of tea, sank onto the couch, and pulled out my burner phone.

**Me:** I’m here. Everything’s set up.

Gabriel replied almost immediately.

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Message 8 of 10

**Gabriel:** Good. How are you feeling?

**Me:** Tired. But ready.

**Gabriel:** Any morning sickness yet?

**Me:** A little nausea. Nothing serious.

**Gabriel:** Take care of yourself. That baby is everything.

I set the phone down, placing both hands gently on my stomach.

“You hear that?” I whispered softly. “You’re everything. You’re going to change the world.”

I pressed my palm against the subtle curve beneath my shirt—the invisible promise of all that was to come.

“I’m going to be Luna,” I vowed quietly. “I’m going to take everything she has. And she’ll never see it coming.”