Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Chapter 260
Seraphina’s POV

My hand reached for the envelope before my brain caught up.

The paper felt thick. Heavy. Like it was weighted with more than just words.

Inside was a letter. Folded carefully. And something else. Something hard and rectangular wrapped in bubble wrap.

I pulled out the letter first. Unfolded it.

*Sera,*

*I don’t know if you’ll read this. Don’t know if you’ll believe anything I say anymore. But I have to try.*

My throat tightened. I kept reading.

The words blurred together at first. Too many thoughts. Too much emotion. But I forced myself to slow down. To read each sentence.

He was leaving for the border. There was a challenge. Voss. One-on-one combat.

My hands started shaking.

He could die. Was probably fighting right now. While I sat here safe in this kitchen reading his last words.

*The USB drive in this envelope contains video evidence. Gabriel and Emma confessing to everything. The drugs. The setup. The pregnancy plan. All of it.*

USB drive?

I looked back in the envelope. That’s what the wrapped thing was.

My fingers fumbled with the bubble wrap. Tore it open.

A small black USB drive fell into my palm.

*I know you might not believe it. Might think I forced them to say it. But Sera, I swear on our children’s lives—it’s real. Every word of it is real.*

I stared at the drive. At this tiny piece of plastic that supposedly held the truth.

I kept reading.

*That night at the hotel never happened. Not the way you think. I was drugged. Unconscious. Emma marked herself to make it look like I’d done it. The baby isn’t mine. It’s Gabriel’s. They planned all of it to destroy us.*

The words hit like physical blows.

Drugged. Setup. Gabriel’s baby.

All of it a lie. All of it designed to tear us apart.

And it had worked. God, it had worked so perfectly.

*I’m not asking you to forgive me for the ways I’ve failed you. For all the times I wasn’t there. For the pain I’ve caused even unintentionally.*

*But this? The cheating? The betrayal? That never happened. I would never do that to you. Never.*

My vision blurred. Tears I didn’t remember starting ran down my face.

I kept reading. Through his explanations. His apologies. His desperate plea for me to believe him.

The letter ended simply:

*I love you, Sera. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.*

*Please watch the videos. Please believe me. Please give us one more chance.*

*Wait for me. I’m coming home to you.*

*Always yours,*

*Damien*

I set down the letter. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

The USB drive sat on the table. Small. Innocent. Holding what could be the truth. Or another lie. I couldn’t know until I watched.

I grabbed my laptop from the counter. Nearly dropped it twice getting it open.

The USB drive slid into the port. The computer recognized it immediately.

Three video files. All labeled with dates. Times. Clinical. Professional.

I clicked the first one.

The screen filled with a concrete cell. Gray walls. A single bench. Security camera angle from above.

Then Gabriel walked into frame.

My stomach dropped.

He looked terrible. Blood on his face. His shirt torn. Zip ties around his wrists.

And behind him—Damien.

I watched as Damien sat down. As he started asking questions. As Gabriel refused to answer.

Then the first blow came.

I flinched. Nearly closed the laptop.

But I forced myself to keep watching.

Gabriel broke quickly. Within minutes he was sobbing. Talking. Confessing everything.

“The hotel. Emma called me. Said you’d be at that conference room. Said it was time.”

“Time for what?”

“The plan. Our plan. To destroy you.”

I pressed my hand to my mouth. Watched as my husband’s brother admitted to drugging him. To planning everything. To working with Emma.

“And the baby?”

Gabriel’s voice cracked. “Mine. The baby’s mine. Emma and I—we’ve been together for months.”

The video kept rolling. More confession. More details. The drugs in the whiskey. Emma marking herself. The fake evidence. All of it planned. All of it lies.

“Why would you do this?”

“Because I hate you! Because you have everything! Because you cut me off! Because you treat me like garbage!”

I closed the first video. Opened the second.

Emma this time. In a similar cell. Her pregnant belly obvious even on camera.

She broke faster than Gabriel. Took less than five minutes before she was crying. Confirming everything.

The drug. The setup. The fake marks. How she’d convinced everyone the baby was Damien’s when it had been Gabriel’s all along.

“Why?” Damien’s voice was dead. Hollow. “Why would you help him?”

“Because I love you!” Emma sobbed. “Because I’ve always loved you! Because I wanted you to need me! To choose me!”

“So you destroyed my marriage?”

“I thought—I thought if Sera left, you’d finally see me. You’d finally want me.”

The third video was shorter. Just Emma and Gabriel in separate cells. Their confessions side by side. Undeniable. Irrefutable.

Proof.

Real, actual proof that Damien hadn’t betrayed me. That everything had been a setup. That I’d been wrong.

So completely, devastatingly wrong.

The laptop screen went dark. The videos ended.

I sat there. Staring at nothing. My brain trying to process. Trying to understand.

All these months. All this pain. All this anger.

For nothing.

Damien hadn’t cheated. Hadn’t chosen Emma. Hadn’t betrayed me.

He’d been drugged. Framed. Destroyed by his own brother and the woman who claimed to love him.

And I hadn’t believed him. Hadn’t trusted him. Had thrown divorce papers at him and walked away.

“Oh God.” The words came out broken. “Oh God, what have I done?”

The tears came harder. Faster. My whole body shaking with sobs.

I’d failed him. Failed us. Failed everything.

He’d tried to tell me. Had begged me to believe him. Had looked at me with those desperate eyes and sworn he didn’t remember. Didn’t do it. Didn’t betray me.

And I’d called him a liar.

My phone was in my hand before I realized I’d grabbed it.

I pulled up Damien’s contact. My fingers hovering over the call button.

I needed to tell him. Needed to apologize. Needed to explain that I knew now. That I believed him. That I was sorry. So fucking sorry.

But what if he was fighting right now? What if my call distracted him? What if something happened because I couldn’t wait?

I set the phone down. Picked it up again. Set it down.

My fingers typed out a message.

**Me: I watched the videos. I know the truth. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. Please come home. Please be safe. I love you. I’ve always loved you. Please just come home.**

My thumb hovered over send.

Then I deleted it.

Too much. Too desperate. Too everything.

I tried again.

**Me: I saw the videos. I believe you. I’m sorry.**

Still not right.

**Me: Damien, please be careful. Come home safe. We need to talk.**

I deleted that too.

What could I say? What words existed that could fix this? That could undo months of pain and distrust?

None. There were no words. Just this crushing weight in my chest. This knowledge that I’d broken something that might not be fixable.

“Mama?”

I spun around.

Lily stood in the doorway. Her face confused. Worried.

“Are you crying?” She walked closer. “Why are you sad?”

I wiped my face roughly. Tried to pull myself together. “I’m okay, baby.”

“You don’t look okay.” She climbed into my lap. Her small hands touching my wet cheeks. “Did something bad happen?”

“No.” I pulled her close. “Nothing bad. I just—I miss Daddy.”

“Me too.” She snuggled against me. “When’s he coming home?”

“Soon.” Please God, let it be soon. “Very soon.”

My phone sat on the table. Still blank. Still waiting.

I should call Lucas. Should ask for an update. Should find out if Damien was okay.

But what if the news was bad? What if he was hurt? What if—

No. I couldn’t think like that. Damien was strong. The strongest Alpha I’d ever known. He’d survive. He had to survive.

Because I needed to tell him I was sorry. Needed to look him in the eye and explain that I knew the truth now. That I believed him. That I wanted us to try again.

If he’d still have me after everything.

“Mama?” Lily’s voice was small. “Can we call Daddy?”

“Not right now, sweetie. He’s busy.”

“But you’re sad. He always makes you feel better.”

Used to. He used to make me feel better. Before I’d pushed him away. Before I’d refused to believe him.

My phone buzzed.

I grabbed it so fast Lily yelped.

Claire.

**Claire: Sera. We have a situation. Can you come to the pack house immediately?**

My blood turned to ice.

**Me: What kind of situation?**

**Claire: Not over text. Please come now.**

I stood up. Nearly dropped Lily. Set her down carefully.

“Get Adrian,” I said. My voice shaking. “Tell nanny to watch you both. I have to go.”

“But—”

“Now, Lily. Please.”

She ran. I grabbed my keys. My phone. Started for the door.

Then stopped.

Ran back. Grabbed the letter. The USB drive. Shoved them in my pocket.

Evidence. Proof. Whatever happened next, I had proof.

The drive to the pack house took ten minutes. Felt like ten hours.

My phone kept buzzing. Messages from Council members. From pack leadership. All saying the same thing.

*Emergency meeting. Come immediately.*

Something was wrong. Something had happened.

And I knew—I knew with absolute certainty—that it involved Damien.

I parked. Ran inside. Claire met me at the entrance.

Her face was white. Her hands shaking.

“What happened?” The words came out strangled. “Tell me.”

“The border patrol.” She could barely speak. “They lost contact. With everyone. Including—”