Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 157

Seraphina’s POV 1

His hand slid down my arm again, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The sour stench of alcohol mixed with unwashed skin made my stomach lurch.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please just let me go.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he slurred, leaning closer until his face was inches from mine. His breath was hot and rancid against my cheek. “Uncle Dave just wants to have some fun.”

His other hand moved to my waist, gripping me with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl. I tried to twist away, but the brick wall behind me offered no escape.

“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his thumb tracing along my ribcage in a way that made bile rise in my throat. “Need to learn how to relax

“Don’t touch me!” The words exploded out of me, louder than I’d intended. My voice echoed off the alley walls, sharp and desperate.

His grip tightened immediately. “Hey now,” his voice took on a warning tone. “No need to make this difficult.”

I tried to push against his chest, but he was bigger than me, stronger, and the alcohol hadn’t affected his ability to pin me against the wall. His body pressed closer, trapping me completely.

“Let me go!” I struggled harder, panic flooding my system. “Get away from me!”

“Shut up,” he hissed, his friendly facade dropping completely. His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my protests. “Quiet, or this gets a lot worse.”

Terror shot through me like ice water. This was really happening. This drunk stranger had me trapped in an alley, and no one was coming to help.

I was just a woman alone in the dark with a predator who saw me as easy prey.

But I wasn’t helpless.

The thought flickered through my panic like a candle flame. Training camp. Marcus had taught us hand-to-hand combat. Riley and I had

techniques

always matter,* Marcus’s voice echoed in my memory. *”Technique and surprise

man’s hand was still pressed against iny mouth, his body weight leaning into me. His balance was off from

He was wrong

the

his grip loosening slightly. “See? This doesn’t

my knee up as hard

a strangled yelp, his hands flying to protect himself. The opening I

again, this time connecting with his face. The impact sent shock waves through my leg, but

he

bitch!” he snarled, one hand pressed to his

wasn’t finished. All the training, all those hours with Marcus drilling defensive techniques into our heads, came flooding back. I pivoted on my left foot and swept my right leg in a wide are, catching him behind the

against the alley pavement with a sound that

lay there, groaning and bleeding. Then his eyes found mine, filled with

good.

he wheezed, curling into a fetal position.

I weren’t shaking with adrenaline and

voice came out harsh, unfamiliar. “Don’t

took a step toward him, and he flinched backward across the dirty pavement like I was the monster

from his nose. “I’m sorry,

was crying now, actual tears mixing with the blood on his face. Pathetic. “Please, I’m sorry.

he’d tried to hurt me. The fury burning in my chest demanded violence, demanded revenge for every moment of

I said

Maybe every time he looked in a mirror for the next few weeks, he’d remember what happened to men who cornered women in

of here,” I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos in my chest. “And if I ever see you

be touched-I will find you. And next time, I won’t be so

toward the alley entrance. “Yes,