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Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy: Bad decisions
SERAPHINAStupid decisions.Stupid desperation-driven decisions. I was the boss of those.I had been planning it since the archive.Not the lingerie specifically, that had been a last-minute decision born of equal parts desperation and the understanding that Damien’s defenses operated differently when I was in the room and he was trying not to look at me. The wine had taken longer. Agnes kept the good bottles in the lower kitchen cabinet and I’d spent twenty minutes in the chemistry of it, the small vial I’d taken from the pack’s medical supply room, something mild, something that loosened rather than knocked out, something that would make the answers come easier.I’d told myself it wasn’t terrible.I’d told myself a lot of things tonight.When the door opened and he stepped in and stopped, I felt the plan settle around me like something I’d already committed to and couldn’t walk back from.“Seraphina? What are you doing?”I sat up. “Waiting for you.”“You should be in your room,” h
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty nine: Questions
DAMIENMarcus came home on a Tuesday.The packhouse adjusted around him, Agnes reorganizing the ground floor without being asked, the guards changing their patrol pattern so the main entrance was always covered, small practical acts of care that the pack extended without announcement.I helped him through the door myself.He didn’t say anything about that. Neither did I. We had arrived, somewhere between the hospital corridor and the drive home, at a version of each other that didn’t require commentary on every gesture. It was new and it was fragile and I intended to protect it.I got him settled in the ground-floor room we’d converted. Agnes appeared with tea, her smile bright like she had been waiting to be useful and was finally being allowed to be.“I’ll be right here,” she told Marcus, in the tone that brooked no argument.Marcus looked at her, then at the tea, then at me. Discomfort crossed his expression knowing he was going to be mothered whether he wanted it or not and had d
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty eight: Nightmare
*SERAPHINACarrow’s was the kind of restaurant that existed in the space between casual and serious, with warm lighting, small tables, and where people chose when they wanted a conversation to feel contained.I saw them through the window before I went in. Shane and Nadia were at a corner table, Nadia with her coat still on and her bag on her lap, which meant she hadn’t fully committed to being there yet. Shane was talking. Nadia was looking at the table.I pushed the door open and Nadia looked up.The moment she saw me her expression moved through recognition and then settled into equal parts hurt and anger. She turned to Shane. “Is that why you brought me here?”“Nadia—”“You told me you needed to talk.” Her voice was controlled but only just. “You said it was important.”“It is important,” Shane said. “Both of you, please just—”Nadia was already reaching for her bag properly, already deciding to leave. Something snapped in my chest.“Don’t,” I said. “Please.”She looked at me. “I
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty seven: Nothing
SERAPHINAI heard the elders before I saw them.Their voices carried that low formality that suggests they had arranged themselves for a purpose, drifting from the entrance hall into the living room where I was sitting with a book I hadn’t been reading for the past forty minutes.I stayed where I was.Damien’s voice came next. I couldn’t make out the words at first, just the register of it, controlled and tired in equal measure. Then Brone’s voice, measured, as it always was, and whatever he said landed differently than anything else had tonight because the quality of Damien’s silence after it changed completely.“Do you have any idea,” he said, “what this week has looked like? My son is lying in a hospital bed with spinal damage. My border was breached by an organized unit of wolves that we cannot identify. My pack has a leak I haven’t located yet.” The control was fraying at the edges in a way I had never heard from him before. Never once in four years. “And this is what you bring
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty five: Dead or alive
DAMIENMarcus said it again as though he wanted to make sure I’d heard it correctly the first time. “They came for Seraphina.”He sounded more sure. It helped back up the conclusions in my head in the most terrible way. I sighed. “Tell me everything,” I said. “From the beginning. Every detail.”Marcus shifted against the pillow carefully. “We were on the south ridge. Eastern curve of the route. Sera heard them before I did.” He paused. “Three of them, already shifted when they came out of the trees.”“Positions?”“Triangle formation. Two flanking, one centre.” He looked at the ceiling, reconstructing it. “The centre one came straight at her, not me. At her. I was standing right there and it looked through me like I wasn’t a factor.”“And you stepped in front of it.”“Yes.” He said it without ceremony. “It was moving fast and she was already reading the other two and I just—moved.” His jaw tightened. “It hit me hard. Claws across the chest, caught my shoulder. I went down.”“What happe
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty five: put together
The automatic doors slid open and I felt the hospital's cold hit me first. I saw them before they saw me.Seraphina and Callum were standing near the row of chairs by the reception desk. Close enough to be mid-conversation, far enough apart that someone had adjusted. Seraphina's hand was lowered like she'd been using it to make a point about something, and she'd stopped. Callum had his arms crossed and his jaw slightly set, which meant whatever they'd been talking about, he hadn't liked it.And I wouldn’t like it either.He didn’t tell her anything, did he? They both looked up when I came through the doors.I watched the thing pass between them—the sudden careful neutrality. The conversation folds itself away.I was too tired to dissect it.I'd been driving since just after two in the morning, the files from Alan on the passenger seat, the highway empty in a way that felt like punishment, with silence being a companion that gives you too much room to think. I'd gone through every v
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