Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 245

245 Chapter 245

Damien’s Perspective

The morning sunlight struck my face sharply, as if accusing me of some unforgivable mistake.

Once again, I had dozed off on the couch. My neck protested loudly as I slowly sat upright, every muscle stiff and sore. My suit was crumpled, creased beyond any hope of looking presentable.

An eerie silence filled the house.

I glanced at my phone. 6:47 AM. The kids would be waking up soon.

That’s when my eyes landed on it.

A folded piece of paper resting on the kitchen counter. It was folded neatly once, with my name scrawled on the outside in Sera’s unmistakable handwriting.

Before I even reached out to touch it, my stomach twisted in a cold knot.

I approached cautiously, as if defusing a bomb. My hands trembled as I picked up the note.

Slowly, I unfolded it.

The first line hit me like a punch.

*I want a divorce.*

The words blurred before my eyes, my vision narrowing until all I could see were those three devastating words, repeated over and over in my mind.

*I want a divorce.*

*I want a divorce.*

*I want a divorce.*

I forced myself to read the rest of the letter. Every sentence was a stab to the heart.

*Emma is carrying your child.*

*She deserves a chance to be your Luna.*

*Please, just let me go.*

The paper slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the floor like a verdict of doom.

She knew.

My mind raced back to yesterday—the training facility, the way she had looked at me, that hollow emptiness in her eyes that I had tried so hard to ignore.

“Dad?”

I spun around abruptly.

Adrian stood in the doorway, still in his pajamas, hair tousled from sleep. His eyes were red-rimmed, swollen from crying.

“Where’s Mom?” His voice was small, cautious, as if bracing himself for the worst.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

“She left, didn’t she?” His face crumpled, tears threatening to spill again. “She promised she’d stay, but she left anyway.”

“Adrian—”

“I heard you fighting,” he interrupted, voice rising with anger. “I heard everything. About that woman. About the baby. About how Mom can’t forgive you.”

“I hate you!” The words exploded from him like a storm. “I hate you, and I hate that woman, and I hate that stupid baby, and I hate everything!”

Without another word, he turned and bolted up the stairs, his bedroom door slamming so hard the walls seemed to tremble.

I stood frozen, the weight of my son’s words echoing relentlessly in my mind.

*I hate you.*

Footsteps approached on the stairs, softer this time.

Lily appeared, clutching her favorite stuffed bear tightly in one hand. Her face was a mixture of confusion and worry.

“Daddy? Why is Adrian yelling?”

I forced myself to move, to kneel down and meet her innocent eyes.

“He’s just upset, sweetheart.”

“Is it about Mama?”

My throat tightened painfully. “Yes. It’s about Mama.”

“Is she coming back?” Her hopeful eyes searched mine. “She promised she’d stay.”

“I know, baby. But Mama had to go to work.”

Lily’s expression fell. “She always has important stuff to do.”

“I know.”

“More important than me?”

“No.” I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her small frame. “Never more important than you. Mama loves you so much.”

“Then why does she keep leaving?”

I had no answer. I just held her as silent tears soaked into my shoulder.

The morning routine unfolded mechanically. I got the kids ready for school, barely registering each movement.

“Nothing.”

“Damien,” his tone turned serious. “You’ve been a wreck for weeks. Missing meetings, showing up like you’ve been living in a dumpster. Something’s wrong.”

I sank into my chair, running my hands through my hair in frustration. “Sera and I had a fight.”

“What?”

“A bad one. She… she wants a divorce.”

“You love her.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I opened my computer and began scanning emails, unable to focus. “She’s done. She made that clear.”

“So what are you going to do?”

I couldn’t answer. What could I do?

Sera believed I had cheated. That I’d gotten Emma pregnant. That I’d chosen someone else over her.

And I had no way to prove otherwise. No memory. No alibi. No defense except “I don’t remember.”

Which sounded exactly like a cheater’s excuse.

“I need you to do something for me,” I said finally.

“What?”

“Get me everything we have on Valerie. Every piece of intel, every sighting, every rumor. I want it all.”

An hour later, Lucas returned, dropping a thick folder on my desk.

“This is everything we have on Valerie Knight,” he said, crossing his arms. “Not much. She’s been careful.”

I flipped through the folder, scanning reports of sightings near the northern border, whispers of her association with a rogue pack, rumors about her relationship with their leader.

Nothing solid. Nothing I could use.

“This is it?” I asked. “All of it?”

“Like I said, she’s careful.” Lucas sat down. “Why are you so obsessed with finding Valerie anyway? You’re divorcing Sera. You don’t need to chase her sister for revenge.”

I stared at the folder, at the scattered, inconclusive pieces of information.

“Find Valerie,” I said firmly. “No matter what it takes, no matter the cost. Find her and bring her to me.”

“You sure? Even if Sera doesn’t care about your marriage anymore?”

“Of course,” I whispered. “It’s just a misunderstanding between us. And I’ll never stop loving her.”