My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 88

Sera

"You look like you spent the entire night rolling in a grave."

Mina was sitting cross-legged in the center of my bed when I walked into my room. She held a brushed iron comb in her hand, but she lowered it the second the heavy door clicked shut behind me. She looked at my face, then down at the dirt and dried blood caked onto the knees of my leather pants.

"Good morning to you too, Mina," I said. My voice sounded completely hollow.

I was entirely numb. I had just walked away from a dark, secluded patch of the eastern woods where Fenris, Yvara, and I had watched a man’s headless body burn to ash. I had stood in the freezing snow, feeling the intense heat of the pyre against my face, knowing I was the one who ordered the execution. I had pushed the guilt down so deep into my stomach that it felt like a swallowed stone. I had to. If Kael lived, Fenris would have eventually died. I chose my mate over an elder.

"Seriously, Sera," Mina said, her brow furrowing in genuine concern as she uncrossed her legs and slid off the mattress. "Where have you been? You didn't come back to your room after the feast last night."

I walked over to the small washbasin in the corner of the room. I gripped the cold porcelain edges with both hands.

"The Alpha is going to announce it today," I said, staring down at the stagnant water in the bowl. "We are getting married on the full moon."

Mina dropped the iron comb. It clattered loudly against the stone floor.

"Five days?" Mina gasped. Her eyes went completely wide. A massive, beaming smile broke across her face. She rushed across the room and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me slightly. "Are you serious? Five days! By the gods, the entire pack is going to lose their minds!"

I forced a tight, exhausted smile. "Yes. Five days."

"We have to get the seamstresses immediately," Mina rambled, her energy completely infectious and entirely overwhelming. "The traditional Luna leathers need to be fitted. We need the deep crimson dye. And the feast—we have to slaughter at least twenty stags for a pack this size. I need to talk to the head cook right now before the hunting parties leave for the day."

"Mina, please," I interrupted, raising a hand to rub my pounding temples. "Just stop for a second. I am exhausted. I just want to sleep."

Mina paused. Her smile faded into a look of confusion. "Sleep? Sera, it is barely mid-morning. You slept for a full day yesterday."

She tilted her head, her dark eyes narrowing as she looked me up and down again. She took in the messy state of my hair, the heavy flush still lingering on my neck, and the sheer exhaustion vibrating in my bones.

Her lips slowly curled into a wicked, highly suggestive grin.

"Wait a minute," Mina said, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "You weren't in your bed. You were with him."

I didn't answer. I reached for a cloth to wipe my face.

"You slept in the Alpha's den," Mina accused playfully, stepping directly into my line of sight. "Oh you fucking slut!” She exclaimed. “Did you fuck him?"

My face flushed instantly. The blunt, vulgar question pierced right through the dark, heavy fog of the murder.

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