Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother (Seraphina and Damien) novel Chapter 252

252 Chapter 252

Damien’s Perspective

My fingers tightened their grip around Gabriel’s throat, cutting off his air.

His eyes widened in panic, bulging as his hands clawed desperately at my fingers, weak and futile.

“Hello, brother,” I said, my voice cold and lifeless. “Miss me?”

Gabriel tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing, but only strangled gasps escaped him.

I held firm, watching as his face flushed red, then darkened to purple.

Behind me, Emma’s scream shattered the silence. “Damien, stop! You’re going to kill him!”

I didn’t release my hold, nor did I glance her way.

“Please!” Her voice cracked with desperation. “He can’t breathe!”

Good. Let him endure a sliver of the pain I’d been drowning in these past months.

Gabriel’s frantic struggles weakened, his eyes rolling back.

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I finally loosened my grip.

He crumpled to the filthy floor with a harsh thud, gasping and coughing, still alive.

Unfortunately.

“Get up.” I nudged his side with a kick—not brutal, just enough. “We’re leaving.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Gabriel wheezed, his voice ragged.

I seized a handful of his hair, yanking his head back. “That wasn’t a request.”

At that moment, Lucas appeared in the doorway, flanked by two security guards, all clad in black and armed.

I nodded toward Emma. “Bring her too. She’s coming with us.”

Lucas’s face was expressionless, but I caught the twitch in his jaw muscles, the clenched fists betraying his inner turmoil.

His cousin. His family. And she had betrayed us all.

“Please,” Emma pleaded, backing against the wall. “I’m pregnant. You can’t—”

“Move.” Lucas’s voice was flat and commanding. “Now.”

The guards grabbed Gabriel, hauling him upright. His legs wobbled beneath him, and his breath came in desperate gasps.

“You can’t do this!” Gabriel finally found his voice. “I have rights! You can’t just—”

“Shut up.” I struck him hard across the face with a backhand. His head snapped to the side.

Blood trickled from his split lip as he stared at me, eyes wide, as if seeing me for the first time.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he had never truly witnessed what happened when someone pushed me beyond my limits.

“Take them to the holding cells,” I ordered, walking past him without a backward glance. “The deep ones. Where no one can hear their screams.”

The drive back to the pack house was suffocatingly silent.

Gabriel sat between two guards in the backseat, his hands zip-tied and his mouth taped shut, still struggling to breathe through his nose.

Emma rode in a separate car, Lucas behind the wheel, likely unable to bear looking at her.

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My phone buzzed. A message from Claire.

**Claire: Where are you? The Council is asking questions.**

I ignored it, silencing the phone and slipping it into my pocket.

The Council could wait. Everything could wait.

Right now, I needed the truth. The whole truth. Captured on video.

Undeniable.

Only then would I figure out if there was any chance of saving my marriage.

If it was even worth saving.

The holding cells were just as I’d left them—cold, dark, and oppressive, with concrete walls that swallowed every sound.

Lucas was already there when I arrived, standing outside cell three, his face carefully neutral.

“Emma’s in cell one,” he said without meeting my eyes. “Gabriel’s in cell two.”

“Good.” I brushed past him. “Set up the cameras. I want everything recorded.”

He hesitated briefly, then nodded and disappeared down the hallway.

I stood alone, breathing deeply, trying to quell the fire of rage burning through my veins.

This was the moment that could change everything.

Either I obtained the proof I needed, or I destroyed two lives for nothing.

No. Not for nothing. They had orchestrated this. Planned it. Executed it.

I just needed them to admit it.

Lucas returned carrying professional-grade camera equipment—multiple angles, audio recording.

“Set it up in cell two,” I instructed. “Gabriel breaks easier.”

He studied me for a long moment before starting to arrange the cameras.

Ten minutes later, everything was in place.

I unlocked cell two and stepped inside.

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Gabriel sat on the cold concrete bench, still zip-tied, the tape removed from his mouth.

He glared at me. “This is illegal. Kidnapping. Assault. You’re going to—”

“Save it.” I grabbed a chair and dragged it over, sitting down. “We both know you’re not calling anyone.”

“Lucas!” Gabriel shouted. “Lucas, help me! He’s insane! He’s going to—”

“Shut up.” Lucas pushed off the wall. “Just shut the fuck up, Gabriel.”

A heavy silence fell, thick and suffocating.

I pulled out my phone and started recording, backing up the audio in case the cameras failed.

“Let’s start simple,” I said evenly. “The hotel. The Meridian. What happened that night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wrong answer.

I stood abruptly, my fist connecting with his jaw.

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Gabriel’s head snapped back, blood spraying as he slumped sideways.

“Let’s try again.” I sat back down. “The hotel. What happened?”

“Fuck you.” Blood dripped from his mouth. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“Yes!” He screamed. “Yes! I wanted you to feel what I feel! I wanted you to lose everything! I wanted you to know what it’s like to be nothing!”

I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. “You wanted me to feel pain? Congratulations. Mission accomplished.”

Then I threw him back, letting him crash against the wall and collapse to the floor.

“You’re pathetic.” The words came cold and final. “You’re weak. You’re jealous. And you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting this.”

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“Fuck you!” Gabriel scrambled up, rage overtaking fear. “Fuck you and your perfect life! You don’t deserve any of it! You don’t deserve Sera! You don’t deserve to be Alpha! You’re a monster!”

“Maybe.” I moved toward the door. “But at least I’m not a coward who has to drug people and lie to get what I want.”

“I hope Sera never forgives you!” he shouted after me. “I hope she leaves and never comes back! I hope you die alone!”

I stopped and turned slowly.

“She will forgive me.” The certainty hit me like a tidal wave. “Because I’m going to show her this video. I’m going to prove I didn’t betray her. Then I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

“She won’t believe you!” Gabriel laughed, manic and broken. “Even with the video! She’ll think you forced me to say it!”

“Then I’ll deal with that too.” I glanced at Lucas. “Your turn.”

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Lucas stepped into the cell and strode directly to Gabriel.

Without a word, he punched him hard, sending Gabriel sprawling to the floor.

Lucas left the cell without another sound.

I followed, closing and locking the door behind us.

“Get Emma,” I ordered. “Same thing. Record everything.”

Emma broke faster than Gabriel had.

Within five minutes, she was sobbing, confessing, confirming every detail Gabriel had revealed.

The drug. The setup. The fake bite marks. The pregnancy scheme.

All of it caught on video, from multiple angles, with perfect audio.

Undeniable proof.

I stood silently, watching, feeling nothing but emptiness.

My phone buzzed again, this time with an urgent message.

A text from Marcus at the training facility.

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**Marcus: Alpha. Emergency. Rogues gathering at north border. Large numbers. Leader identified as Voss. Valerie spotted with them.**

My blood ran cold.

“Lucas,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I need to go. Border emergency.”

He looked up from the camera equipment. “What’s happening?”

“Rogues. A large group. Voss is leading them.”

“Shit.” He stood immediately. “I’ll mobilize the warriors.”

“Do that.” I headed for the door. “And Lucas?”

“Yeah?”

“Get someone to watch these two. I’m not done with them yet.”