Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Chapter 276
Damien’s POV

The power hit me first.

Not just normal Alpha strength. Something more. Something beyond.

Every muscle felt charged. Electric. Like lightning was running through my veins instead of blood.

I rolled my shoulders. Tested my range of motion. Perfect. Better than perfect.

No pain. No weakness. No lingering effects from the poison that should have killed me.

Sera’s tears hadn’t just healed me. They’d enhanced me. Supercharged every cell. Made me stronger than I’d ever been.

And beside me—

I turned. Looked at my mate. At her silver-white wolf gleaming in the dawn light.

She was magnificent. Powerful. Every inch an Alpha.

My equal.

The realization settled deep. Permanent. Undeniable.

I’d spent years trying to protect her. Shield her. Keep her safe from danger.

Wrong. So fucking wrong.

She didn’t need protecting. She needed this. To stand beside me. To fight beside me. To be what she’d always been meant to be.

My partner.

Through our bond, I felt her wolf’s presence. Strong. Steady. Ready.

*Mate,* Alex rumbled with satisfaction.

Yes. Our equal in every way.

I met her eyes. Those eyes that held Alpha fire now. Alpha power.

She held my gaze. Fearless. Ready. Waiting for my signal.

We moved together. As one. Neither leading nor following. Just acting in perfect sync.

The rogues ahead tried to hold formation. Tried to look brave.

They failed.

We hit them like a storm. Two Alphas unleashed. Silver-white and silver-blue blurs of motion.

My jaws closed around the first rogue’s throat. Tore. He dropped instantly.

Sera took the one beside him. Her claws raking across his chest. Deep. Fatal. Beautiful.

A third tried to flank me. She was there first. Intercepting. Her teeth finding his leg. Bringing him down.

I finished him. Quick. Efficient.

Then we were moving again. Deeper into the camp. Our pack following behind. A wave of fury and justice.

The battle was chaos. Perfect chaos. The kind where instinct took over. Where you didn’t think. Just acted. Just trusted.

I trusted her completely.

Another rogue lunged. I dodged. Sera was already there. Hitting him from the side. Driving him into the ground.

He didn’t get up.

We flowed through the camp like water. Around obstacles. Through defenses. Every move coordinated without words.

The mate bond sang between us. Humming with power. With connection. With that deep certainty that we were exactly where we were meant to be.

Fighting together. Protecting our pack together. Being equals together.

A group of five rogues tried to form a defensive line. Blocking our path to the center.

Sera didn’t slow. Neither did I.

We hit them together. Side by side. Shoulder to shoulder.

The line shattered. Bodies flying. Blood spraying.

I caught glimpses of her between strikes. That white fur stained red now. War paint. She was grinning. Actually grinning her wolf’s version of it.

Having fun.

My chest swelled. Pride. Love. Joy.

This was my mate. My Luna. My warrior.

More rogues appeared. Bigger ones. Battle-scarred. Voss’s elite guard probably.

They charged as a unit. Coordinated. Experienced.

Didn’t matter.

Sera went low. I went high. We split them. Divided their attention. Destroyed their formation.

My claws raked across one’s face. Blinding him. Sera’s teeth found another’s spine. Paralyzing him.

The others tried to regroup. Too late. Our warriors swarmed them. Finished what we’d started.

We kept moving. The tent Voss had run to was close now. Maybe fifty feet. But there were still rogues between us and it.

A lot of rogues.

They’d formed a defensive perimeter. Multiple layers. All of them ready to die for their Alpha.

“Fall back!” Someone shouted behind us. “Let the warriors clear them first!”

I ignored it. So did Sera.

We charged. Straight into the thickest part of their line.

Impact. Bodies colliding. Teeth and claws and fury.

A rogue’s jaws closed on my shoulder. I shook him off. Threw him into two others. All three went down.

Sera was a whirlwind beside me. Moving too fast to track. Every strike precise. Lethal. No wasted motion.

She caught my eye for just a second. Nodded toward a gap in the rogue line.

I understood immediately. Moved left. She moved right. We flanked them. Hit them from both sides.

The line collapsed. Rogues scattering. Trying to escape. Our pack cut them down.

The tent entrance was right there. Close enough to smell Voss’s fear pouring out of it.

He was inside. Wounded. Weakened. Trapped.

But between us and him—

The biggest rogue I’d ever seen stepped out. Massive. Scarred. Gray-black fur matted with old blood.

Voss’s second-in-command probably. The final obstacle.

He snarled. Deep. Rumbling. A sound meant to intimidate.

I snarled back. Louder. Stronger. Pure Alpha command.

He flinched. Just slightly. But enough.

Sera moved. Fast. Low. Going for his legs.

He tried to dodge. Too slow.

Her jaws closed around his ankle. Crushed. He howled. Went down on three legs.

I hit him while he was off-balance. My full weight. All my strength. Driving him sideways.

He crashed into the tent wall. The fabric tore. Poles snapping.

Sera was already there. Her teeth at his throat. Holding. Waiting for my signal.

I circled. Came up beside her. Met her eyes.

*Together?* she asked through the bond.

*Together,* I confirmed.

We struck as one. Two sets of jaws. Two Alpha bites. Ending it fast.

The big rogue dropped. Dead before he hit the ground.

Silence fell. Heavy. Final.

Every rogue left standing looked at us. At what we’d done. At the bodies littering the ground.

Then they ran.

“Don’t let them escape!” Lucas’s voice. Commanding. “Hunt them down!”

Our warriors gave chase. Disappearing into the forest. Howling. The sounds of pursuit fading.

But I didn’t follow. Neither did Sera.

We had bigger prey.

The tent entrance gaped open now. The fabric torn. The interior visible.

And inside—

Movement. Scrambling. The sound of someone trying to gather supplies. Trying to pack. Trying to escape.

Voss.

I shifted. Fast. Human form in seconds.

Sera shifted beside me. Just as quick. Her body covered in blood and dirt and absolutely fierce.

We pushed through the torn tent entrance. Into the dim interior.

The space was larger than expected. Supplies everywhere. Maps. Weapons. Evidence of planning.

And in the back—

Voss. Human form. Clutching his stomach. Blood seeping between his fingers. The wound Sera had given him.

He was stuffing things into a bag. Medicine. Bandages. A phone. His hands shaking. Desperate.

He looked up. Saw us. His face went white.

“No.” The word came out strangled. “No, you’re supposed to be dead.”

“Surprise.” I stepped forward. Sera right beside me. Matching my pace.