Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 247

Emma’s Perspective

The parking lot was almost deserted, bathed in the dim glow of the fading afternoon light.

Just as I had hoped. Perfect timing.

I tossed my bag onto the back seat and slid into the driver’s side. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the steering wheel and turned the key, the engine roaring to life beneath me.

But it wasn’t fear making my hands shake—it was excitement, a thrill coursing through me like electricity.

I had actually done it. I had crossed the line, taken the step I’d been planning for so long.

Seraphina’s face flashed unbidden in my mind—her expression shattered, eyes hollow and wounded. The venom in her voice when she spat out the word “bastard” to describe my baby.

A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips.

Everything was falling into place just as I’d envisioned.

Seraphina was convinced Damien had betrayed her, that he had chosen me over her. She believed their marriage was finished.

By tomorrow, the divorce papers would be signed. Official. Irrevocable.

Damien would be free. And I would be waiting—ready and waiting—with his child.

I eased out of the parking lot, the tires crunching softly on the gravel as I headed for the highway, the road stretching ahead like a ribbon into the darkening sky. I was on my way back to Millbrook, back to my safe haven where I could hide away and wait out the rest of this pregnancy in peace.

My phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the quiet.

Lucas.

My stomach clenched in an instant.

I stared at his name glowing on the screen—my cousin, my family, the one person in this entire pack who genuinely cared about me.

Why was he calling now?

I let the call slip to voicemail, my pulse quickening as I pressed the accelerator.

Then my phone vibrated again, this time with a text.

**Lucas: Emma, where are you? Need to talk.**

My heart pounded harder. This wasn’t normal. Lucas rarely messaged me—our relationship had been distant for years.

So why now? What had changed?

A cold dread crept over me.

Could Damien have told him something? Could he be onto us? Was everything starting to unravel?

No. That couldn’t be true. Damien didn’t know a thing. He couldn’t.

Gabriel and I had been meticulous—every detail planned, every piece of evidence placed just so. There was no way Damien could figure it out.

My phone buzzed again.

**Lucas: It’s important. Call me back.**

I ignored the messages, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I sped up. The highway stretched out before me—dark, empty, endless.

Just forty more minutes. Forty minutes until I reached Millbrook, until I was safe again, hidden where no one could find me.

Then I’d text Gabriel, tell him what happened with Sera, let him know Phase Three was complete.

All that was left now was waiting—waiting for the baby to arrive, waiting for Damien to crumble, waiting for Gabriel to claim everything.

And me? I’d finally be Luna. After all these years of watching, waiting, loving someone who never even glanced my way—I’d be Luna.

My phone rang again. Lucas, once more.

“Fuck off,” I muttered under my breath and declined the call.

I pulled over to the shoulder, the gravel crunching beneath my tires as I parked. I stared down at my phone, fingers hesitating above the screen.

Then another text arrived.

**“I need you to come to the pack house. Now.”**

“What? Why?” I typed back quickly.

**“Just trust me. It’s important.”**

My heart hammered in my chest, my mind spinning with a thousand possibilities.

This was bad. Very bad.

A cold wave of fear washed over me.

“I don’t… I need to go home. I’m not feeling well—”

“Ma’am,” the man’s voice was calm, almost too calm.

“This isn’t a request.”

“But I’m pregnant! I need my doctor! I can’t—”

“You can come with us peacefully,” he said, stepping closer. “Or we can carry you. Your choice.”

I glanced between my car, the endless highway stretching ahead, and the three men blocking every possible escape route.

There was no way out.

“Fine,” I whispered, the word caught in my throat. “Fine. I’ll go.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Gabriel’s burner, no doubt, trying to reach me.

Too late. Far too late.

One of the men stepped forward, his tone professional and detached.

“Ma’am, we need to leave. Now.”

My legs trembled beneath me, but I had no other options.

He motioned toward the SUV. “After you.”

I climbed inside. The door shut and locked behind me.

Everything was unraveling.

The man in the passenger seat turned to face me, his expression unreadable.

“The Alpha is waiting for you.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between us.

“Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”