Mated to My Fiancé's Alpha King Brother Chapter 89

Seraphina’s POV

The dical wing of the training facility was smaller than the field hospital I rembered from the border, but it carried the sa antiseptic sll that made my enhanced senses wrinkle in distaste. Lucas led us down a corridor lined with treatnt rooms, his pace asured and respectful.

"The injuries are severe but not life-threatening," he explained as we walked. "Two claw wounds from rogue attacks, and one with internal bleeding from a fall during patrol."

"How long have they been here?"

"Since yesterday morning. The pain dication is helping, but they’re not healing at the normal rate. There’s sothing about these rogue attacks lately—the wounds seem designed to prevent natural recovery."

Damien’s hand found the small of my back, a gesture that was both protective and grounding. I could feel his concern radiating through our bond, his wolf Alex pacing restlessly beneath the surface as we approached the treatnt area.

"Sera," he said quietly, "promise you’ll stop if you feel even the slightest bit dizzy."

I turned to face him, placing my hand over his heart. Even through his shirt, I could feel the rapid beating that betrayed his worry despite his composed exterior.

"I promise," I said softly. "But Damien, I feel different now. Stronger. I don’t think it’s going to affect the way it did before."

His silver-blue eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of the fragility that had nearly cost my life just weeks ago. What he saw there seed to reassure him slightly, though I could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced.

"Trust ."

Lucas cleared his throat diplomatically, though I caught the hint of a smile on his lips. "The first patient is just through here."

The treatnt room contained three beds separated by privacy curtains. The first patient was a young male warrior, maybe twenty-two, with angry claw marks across his left shoulder and chest. Even from the doorway, I could sll the infection beginning to set in despite the dical team’s best efforts.

"Hello," I said gently, approaching his bed with slow, non-threatening movents. "I’m Seraphina. How are you feeling?"

The warrior’s eyes widened as he took in my scent, his wolf clearly recognizing my alpha status despite his weakened condition. He tried to sit up straighter, but a wince of pain cut the movent short.

"Luna," he said respectfully, though his voice was strained. "I’m... I’ve been better, ma’am."

"What’s your na?"

"David, Luna."

"Well, David, I’d like to try sothing that might help with your pain. Would that be all right?"

He nodded eagerly, hope flickering in his dark eyes. "Yes, please. The doctors said it might be weeks before I’m back to full strength."

I placed my hands gently over his wounds, feeling the familiar warmth beginning to build in my palms. But this ti, instead of the draining sensation I rembered from before, the energy flowed easily, naturally, like breathing.

The healing light that erged from my hands was brighter than it had ever been, a warm golden glow that seed to pulse with its own rhythm. I watched in fascination as David’s wounds began to close, the angry red inflammation fading to healthy pink skin.

But what surprised most was how effortless it felt. Where before, healing even one person had left dizzy and exhausted, now it was as easy as lifting my hand. The power flowed through like a river, strong and steady and completely under my control.

"Incredible," David whispered, staring down at his completely healed chest in amazent. "I can’t even feel where the wounds were."

"How do you feel?" I asked, stepping back to assess his condition.

He flexed his shoulder experintally, then sat up with fluid ease. "Like nothing ever happened. Better than I felt before the attack, actually."

Behind , I heard Damien’s sharp intake of breath. When I turned to look at him, his expression was a mixture of awe and sothing that looked almost like pride.

"Next patient," I said with a smile, feeling more confident with each passing mont.

The second warrior had deep puncture wounds on his thigh and calf, injuries that would have taken months to heal properly and likely left him with a permanent limp. The third suffered from internal bleeding that had the dical staff monitoring him around the clock.

I healed them both in quick succession, each treatnt flowing as naturally as the last. The golden light seed to grow stronger with each use, and I could feel Ayla practically purring with satisfaction in the back of my mind.

*This is what we were ant to do,* she said contentedly. *This is who we really are.*

When I finished with the third patient, I turned to find not just Damien and Lucas staring at in wonder, but a small crowd of dical staff and other warriors who had gathered to witness what was happening.

"Are you feeling all right?" the head of dical asked with barely contained excitent. "Any dizziness, fatigue, anything at all?"

I took a ntal inventory of my physical state, surprised to find that I felt exactly the sa as when I’d started. If anything, I felt more energized, as if using my abilities had sohow recharged rather than drained .

"I feel fine," I said honestly. "Completely fine."

"Remarkable," the doctor murmured, making rapid notes on his tablet.

Damien stepped closer, his hands framing my face as he searched my eyes for any sign of the exhaustion that had nearly killed before.

"You’re sure you’re all right?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

"I’m sure," I said, leaning into his touch. "More than all right, actually."

The relief that flooded his features was so profound it nearly brought tears to my eyes. Without warning, he pulled against his chest, his arms wrapping around with desperate gratitude.

"I was so scared," he whispered against my hair. "When I saw you start to heal them, all I could think about was you collapsing in that field hospital."

"That won’t happen again," I said with absolute certainty. "Whatever was blocking my true nature before, it’s gone now."

"Can we sit sowhere quiet?" I asked. "I think I’ve figured sothing out, and I want to share it with you."

He nodded, leading out of the dical wing and toward a small garden area behind the main building. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and the sound of wind through the trees created a peaceful backdrop for conversation.

We settled on a bench beneath an old oak tree, and I turned to face him, gathering my thoughts.

"I’ve been thinking about what’s happened to ," I began, "about why my oga nature suddenly disappeared and my alpha abilities awakened."

"And?" he prompted gently when I paused.

"I think my parents did sothing to when I was little," I said slowly. "So kind of protection spell or enchantnt that hid my true nature."

Damien frowned, considering this. "That’s possible, I suppose. Ancient alpha families were known to have access to that kind of magic."

"Think about it," I continued, my excitent growing as the pieces fell into place. "I was the daughter of an Alpha and Luna, which should have made a born alpha. But sohow, I manifested as an oga instead. And not just any oga—the most powerless, submissive kind possible."

Damien said thoughtfully. "If soone was hunting your family, they would never think to look for an alpha heir among the ogas."

"Exactly. And the timing of when it lifted..." I placed my hand over my still-flat abdon. "I think my parents’ spirits sohow knew that I had found my true mate, that I was safe and loved and building a family of my own."

"So they gave you back your birthright," he said softly.