Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Chapter 277
Seraphina’s POV

Voss stared at us. Blood dripping between his fingers. His face white. Terrified.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he repeated. Like saying it again would make it true.

“Surprise.” Damien’s voice was cold. Dead. “I’m hard to kill.”

I moved with him. Our steps synchronized. Predators closing in on wounded prey.

Voss’s eyes darted between us. Looking for escape. Finding none.

The tent had one entrance. We were blocking it. His only way out was through us.

Not happening.

“How?” His voice shook. “The poison. That dose should have killed ten Alphas.”

“It almost did.” Damien kept advancing. Slow. Deliberate. “But my mate brought me back.”

Voss’s eyes landed on me. Something flickered there. Recognition. Fear.

“Alpha blood.” I met his gaze. Held it. “Just like my parents.”

He laughed. The sound wet. Broken. Blood bubbling at his lips.

“Your parents.” He clutched his stomach tighter. “Yes. I know all about them.”

“Your parents.” He said it again. Savoring the words. “The Northern Pack Alphas. My father’s second kill.”

The world tilted.

“What did you say?” My voice came out too quiet. Too controlled.

Damien’s hand found mine. Squeezed. Warning. Steadying.

Voss grinned. Blood staining his teeth. “You didn’t know? Your precious adoptive family never told you?”

“Told me what?” Each word felt like pulling teeth.

“The truth.” He leaned against the tent pole. His legs shaking. “About how your parents really died.”

“It was murder.” His eyes glittered. Malicious. Enjoying this. “My father tracked them for months. Learned their patterns. Their routines. Their weaknesses.”

My chest felt tight. Too tight. I couldn’t breathe.

“He waited until they were alone.” Voss continued. His voice getting stronger. Fed by my pain. “My father took your mother first.” He ignored me. “She fought hard. Scratched his face. Made him work for it.”

Tears burned my eyes. I blinked them back. Refused to give him the satisfaction.

“But she was alone.” Voss’s smile widened. “No backup. No mate bond to call for help. Just her against my father and three of his best fighters.”

“Shut up.” Damien’s voice. Low. Dangerous.

“She shifted.” Voss kept talking. Faster now. Like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “Beautiful wolf. White fur. Silver-white. Just like yours.”

My breath stopped. White fur. Like mine.

“She killed two of them before they brought her down.” Pride colored his words. “Strong. Fierce. A true Alpha.”

“Your father heard her die.” His eyes met mine. “Through the mate bond. Felt it snap. Felt her life end.”

“He went crazy.” Voss’s voice got softer. “Ran toward her. Desperate. Not thinking. Not being careful.”

“That’s when my father got him.” The words came out almost gentle. “With the wolfsbane. Clean kill. Quick. Merciful even.”

“More than he deserved.” Voss spat blood. “More than any of them deserved.”

Rage burned through me. Hot. All-consuming. Drowning out everything else.

The pieces clicked together. Sharp. Painful. Undeniable.

My adoptive parents. Their cruelty. The way they’d always looked at me. Like I was a problem. A burden. Something to hide.

Because I was living proof of murder.

The grief hit like a tidal wave. My parents. My real parents. Murdered. And I’d never even known.

“Why?” The question tore out. “Why tell me this now?”

“Because I’m dying.” Voss slumped further. “Because I want you to know. Want you to live with it.”

“Want you to know that my family destroyed yours.” His smile widened. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. My father’s dead. Been dead for years.”

“You can’t get revenge.” He laughed. “You can’t make him pay. You can just live with the knowledge. Forever.”

The rage came back. Bigger. Hotter. Absolute.

He was right. His father was dead. I couldn’t make him pay.

But Voss wasn’t dead. Not yet.

“You’re wrong.” My voice came out cold. Empty. “I can make someone pay.”

His eyes widened. Understanding dawning.

“Sera.” Damien’s hand tightened on mine. “Wait.”

“No.” I pulled away. Started forward. “He killed them. His family. His bloodline. They murdered my parents.”

“And now I’m going to end it.” The words came out flat. Final. “Right here. Right now.”

Voss tried to move. To escape. To run.

Too slow. Too weak. Too late.

I reached him in two steps. My hand closing around his throat. Lifting.

He was heavier than he looked. Dead weight. But rage gave me strength.

I slammed him against the tent pole. The wood cracked. Slammed him again. Harder. “They were good people. Strong. Honorable. Everything you’ll never be.”

Voss clawed at my hand. Trying to break free. Trying to breathe.

I didn’t let go. Just squeezed tighter.

“Sera.” Damien was beside me. His voice calm. “Let me help.”

I looked at him. At my husband. My mate. My partner.

He wasn’t trying to stop me. Wasn’t trying to take over. Just offering to share this. To stand beside me.

Like equals.

I nodded. Released Voss slightly. Enough for him to gasp. To breathe.

Damien grabbed his other arm. Together, we pulled him upright. Forced him to his knees.

He stumbled. Almost fell. But forced himself upright.

His body started to change. Bones cracking. Fur sprouting. That gray-brown wolf emerging.

I shifted too. Fast. Smooth. My silver-white warrior ready.

Damien shifted beside me. Alex massive. Powerful. Ready.

Voss faced us. Smaller than before. Weaker. The stomach wound still bleeding. Still killing him slowly.

We met him together. Two Alphas moving as one. Synchronized. Perfect.

My jaws closed on his left side. Damien’s on his right. We pulled. Opposite directions.

Flesh tore. Bones broke. Blood sprayed.

Voss didn’t scream. Didn’t cry out. Just fell. Heavy. Final.

We held on. Making sure. Making certain.

His body went limp. The light leaving his eyes. His chest going still.

Dead.

Finally dead.

I released him. Stepped back. My entire body shaking.

Damien pressed against my side. Solid. Steady. Grounding me.

*It’s done,* his voice came through our bond. *It’s over.*

It was about ending a cycle. Stopping a bloodline of killers. Making sure no other eight-year-old lost their parents.

*Let’s go,* I pushed the thought to him. *Let’s finish this.*

We walked out together. Side by side. Through the torn tent. Into the morning light.

The camp had gone silent. Bodies everywhere. The battle was over. Our warriors standing among the wreckage. Waiting.

And rogues. Maybe twenty of them. Alive. Surrendered. Kneeling with hands behind their heads.

All of them staring at us. At the two Alpha wolves emerging from their leader’s tent.

I shifted back to human. Damien did the same.

We stood there. Naked. Covered in blood. Victorious.

“Voss is dead!” Damien’s voice rang out. Strong. Clear. Undeniable. “The rogue army is defeated!”

Silence. Then someone started clapping. One of our warriors. Then another. Then everyone.

The sound built. Cheering. Howling. Celebrating.

I shifted back to wolf form. Damien shifted beside me. Both of us facing the rising sun.

Together, we threw back our heads. Howled.

The sound pierced the dawn. Two Alphas declaring victory. Claiming territory. Announcing the death of their enemy.

Every wolf in the camp responded. Our warriors first. Their voices rising. Joining ours. Creating a symphony of triumph.

Then the rogues. Slowly. Hesitantly. But they howled too. Submission. Acceptance. Recognition of new leadership.