Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 87

87: Chapter 87 87: Chapter 87 Seraphina’s POV
After a few more minutes of excited chatter about the baby and what it might mean to have a little brother or sister, Ophelia gently took Adrian’s hand.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said softly, though I could see the reluctance in her eyes to leave me again so soon after I’d woken up.

“Let’s give Mommy and Daddy some time to talk about grown-up things.

Maybe we can get some ice cream from the cafeteria?”
Adrian’s face lit up at the mention of ice cream, but he hesitated, looking between me and Damien with the kind of intuitive understanding.

“Is it wolf stuff?” he asked seriously.

“Because I know about wolves now.

Daddy told me.”
I exchanged a glance with Damien, wondering just how much our son had learned during the ten days I’d been unconscious.

“It is wolf stuff,” Damien confirmed with a gentle smile.

“Adult wolf stuff that might be a little boring for a four-year-old.”
“Okay,” Adrian said with a sage nod.

“But you’ll tell me the fun parts later, right Mommy?”
“I promise,” I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“And thank you for being such a good boy while I was sleeping.

I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Mommy.

And I love the baby too, even though I can’t see them yet.”
My heart melted at his sweetness.

“The baby loves you too, I’m sure of it.”
Ophelia leaned down to hug me once more, whispering in my ear, “I’m so glad you’re okay.

We were all so scared.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered back.

“I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”
“Just focus on getting better,” she said, pulling back to look at me with tears still glistening in her eyes.

“We’ll have plenty of time to catch up once you’re home.”
The doctor had also excused himself, giving us privacy to process everything that had happened.

Damien moved back to the chair beside my bed, but instead of sitting down, he perched on the edge of the mattress, his hand finding mine again.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, searching my face with those silver-blue eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul.

I considered the question, taking a moment to really examine my physical and emotional state.

“Overwhelmed,” I admitted.

“Another baby.

And this change in me…”
“She’s been waiting to meet Alex properly,” he said softly.

“Is it safe?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“With the baby, and me still being weak?”
“It’s perfectly safe,” he assured me.

“In fact, it might help you feel more balanced.

Alex has been restless since the moment you opened your eyes.”
I nodded slowly, then closed my eyes and reached inward, seeking that warm, powerful presence I could feel stirring beneath my consciousness.

*Ayla?*
*I’m here,* came her response, and her voice was completely different from what I remembered.

Where before she had been timid and small, now her mental voice carried the confident, melodious tone of a wolf who knew her own power.

*I’ve been waiting so long to show you who we really are.*
*You feel so different,* I told her, marveling at the strength radiating from her presence.

*Because we are different.

We’re complete now.

Ready to meet our mate’s wolf as equals.*
I opened my eyes and looked at Damien.

“She wants to meet Alex.”
His smile was radiant.

“Alex has been pacing like a caged animal.

May I?”
I nodded, then felt that curious sensation of stepping back within my own consciousness, making room for Ayla to come forward.

Through my eyes, I felt Ayla looking out at the world with keen intelligence and newfound strength.

She stretched our limbs experimentally, marveling at the power thrumming through our body despite its current weakness.

Alex was magnificent-a massive sliver wolf with intelligent amber eyes and a regal bearing that spoke of centuries of noble bloodline.

His fur looked thick and luxurious, catching the harsh hospital lighting and somehow making it seem warmer.

He was easily twice the size of any normal wolf, built for both power and grace.

And Ayla…

my breath caught as I saw her through Alex’s perception.

She was no longer the small, timid wolf I remembered from my consciousness.

She had grown-not to Alex’s impressive size, but into something elegant and powerful in her own right.

Her deep brown coat was glossy and rich, like dark chocolate, and her green eyes sparkled with newfound confidence and intelligence.

*Beautiful,* came Alex’s rumbling mental voice, filled with pure adoration.

Damien’s forehead came to rest gently against mine.

It was the wolf equivalent of nuzzling, and I felt Ayla’s pure contentment at the contact.

Damien’s free hand moved to the side of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the spot where wolves would normally scent each other.

*Mine,* Alex’s voice was a contented rumble, not possessive but satisfied, like a wolf who had finally found what he’d been searching for his whole life.

I responded by turning my head and gently nuzzling him back, my lips brushing against the strong line of his jaw.

The gesture was innocent but intimate, pure wolf affection translated into human form.

I could feel both wolves’ contentment, their recognition of each other not just as mates but as perfect complements.

Gradually, both wolves began to settle back into our consciousness, satisfied with their reunion.

As I felt myself fully returning to human awareness, I realized I was smiling through tears I didn’t remember starting to shed.

Gradually, I felt Ayla beginning to step back, content now that she’d had the chance to properly greet her mate’s wolf.

As she receded, I felt myself fully returning to control of my body and consciousness.

I blinked, refocusing on the hospital room around me, and found Damien watching me with an expression of complete tenderness.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

“Complete,” I said without hesitation.

“Like a part of me that was always missing has finally been found.”
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Alex is ecstatic.

He’s been waiting for this moment since the day we first met you.”
“Ayla too,” I said, then paused, processing something else I’d become aware of during their interaction.

He took my hand in both of his, his thumbs tracing gentle circles across my knuckles.

“Sera, there’s something I want to discuss with you.

About our future.”
The seriousness in his tone made me pay closer attention.

“What about our future?”
“Once you’re fully recovered, once you’ve had time to adjust to these changes…” He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully.

“I want to complete the mating bond formally.

I want to mark you, claim you as my Luna before the entire pack.”