Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275
Seraphina’s POV

The shift happened without thought.

One moment I was standing there in human form, watching Damien address the warriors. The next, my body was changing. Bones reshaping. Fur sprouting. Power flooding every cell.

My wolf—this silver-white warrior—she emerged smoothly. Easily. Like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.

To fight beside our mate.

Around me, other warriors were shifting too. The sound of transformation filling the air. Bones cracking. Flesh reshaping. Dozens of wolves appearing where humans had stood.

But none of them were like us.

Damien’s Alex stood beside me. Massive. His eyes glowing that impossible blue. Power radiating from him in waves.

My wolf matched him. Size. Strength. That same Alpha presence.

We were equals. True mates. Alpha mates.

For the first time, I felt it. Really felt it. What we were supposed to be. What we’d always been meant to be.

Partners. In everything.

Alex’s head turned. Those blue eyes meeting mine. Recognition. Pride. Love.

Then he threw back his head and howled.

The sound pierced the dawn. Pure Alpha command. A declaration of war.

I joined him. My voice rising. Harmonizing with his. Two Alphas calling their pack to battle.

Every wolf in the camp responded. Howling. The sound building. Growing. Becoming something primal and terrifying.

A war cry.

Alex took off running. I was right beside him. Matching his pace. Our bodies moving in perfect sync.

Behind us, the pack followed. Dozens of wolves. All of them ready to fight. Ready to end this.

The forest blurred past. Trees. Rocks. Streams. Everything moving too fast to focus on.

But I didn’t need to focus. My new wolf knew exactly where to go. Her instincts guiding us. Following the scent trail. The blood. The fear.

Voss’s trail.

He’d crawled this way. Bleeding. Dying. Trying to reach safety.

He wouldn’t make it.

A rogue appeared ahead. Small. Scrawny. Eyes wild.

He saw us coming. Tried to run.

Too slow.

Alex hit him first. Jaws closing around the rogue’s throat. One shake. The wolf went limp.

Dead before he hit the ground.

We didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Just kept running. Kept hunting.

More rogues appeared. Three of them. Larger. More experienced.

They tried to form a line. Tried to block our path.

Stupid.

I hit the first one low. My shoulder slamming into his chest. He went down. My jaws found his throat. Tore.

Alex took the second. Claws ripping. Efficient. Brutal.

The third tried to flee. One of our warriors caught him. Brought him down.

We kept moving. The pack spreading out behind us. Forming a net. Making sure nothing escaped.

The scent trail got stronger. Fresher. We were getting close.

Another group of rogues. Five this time. They’d been waiting. Trying to ambush us.

Wrong choice.

The battle was quick. Violent. Over in seconds.

Bodies littered the ground. None of them ours.

Alex barely paused. Just kept running. Kept following that trail.

My legs burned. My lungs screamed. But I matched him. Step for step. Breath for breath.

This was what we were meant for. Fighting together. Protecting our pack together.

Being equals.

The forest changed ahead. Trees thinning. Opening up. Some kind of clearing maybe.

Alex slowed slightly. Cautious. His ears forward. Alert.

I moved closer to his side. Ready. Watching.

The scent hit me first. Strong. Overwhelming.

Rogues. Dozens of them. Maybe more.

And blood. Fresh blood. Voss’s blood. The trail leading straight ahead.

Alex stopped at the tree line. I stopped beside him.

The pack gathered behind us. Silent. Waiting for commands.

Through the trees, I saw it.

A camp. Crude. Temporary. But organized. Tents. Supplies. Weapons.

And wolves. So many wolves. All of them rogues. All of them waiting.

Voss’s army.

In the center, a larger tent. Richer. Better made. That’s where the blood trail led.

Where Voss was hiding.

Alex growled. Low. Rumbling. The sound vibrating through the ground.

I added my voice to his. Warning. Challenge. Promise.

We’re here. We found you. And this ends now.

Movement in the camp. Rogues emerging from tents. Grabbing weapons. Shifting. Forming defensive positions.

They’d been waiting for us. Knew we were coming.

Good. Let them prepare. Let them gather their courage.

It wouldn’t help.

Alex’s muscles coiled. Ready to charge. Ready to tear through them all.

I pressed against his side. My shoulder touching his. Reminding him we were together. That he wasn’t alone.

That we’d do this as partners.

He turned his head. Looked at me. Those blue eyes holding mine.

Then he threw back his head. Howled again.

Not a war cry this time. A signal.

Behind us, the pack responded. Spreading out. Circling. Surrounding the camp. Cutting off all escape routes.

The rogues saw it happening. Panic spreading through their ranks. Some tried to run. Our warriors cut them down.

No escape. No mercy. Just justice.

Alex started forward. Slow. Deliberate. Every step radiating power. Dominance. The promise of violence.

I moved with him. Matching his pace. His presence. His power.

Two Alphas. One purpose.

The rogues tried to hold their line. Tried to look strong. Fierce. Ready.

But I could smell their fear. Could see it in their eyes. The way they shifted their weight. The way their tails tucked.

They knew. Deep down, they knew.

They were already dead.

We reached the edge of the camp. Twenty feet from the first line of rogues.

Alex stopped. I stopped.

Silence fell. Heavy. Suffocating. The kind of silence before a storm.