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

defensive techniques

echoed in my memory. *”Technique

weight leaning into me. His balance was off from the alcohol. His guard was down because he thought I

He was wrong

the wall. Playing defeated.

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

my knee up as hard

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

shoulders and brought my knee up again, this time connecting with his face. The impact sent shock waves through

nose as he staggered backward,

he snarled, one hand pressed to his bleeding face. “You

back. I pivoted on my left foot and swept my right leg in a wide are, catching

hard, his head cracking against the alley pavement

a moment, he just lay there, groaning and bleeding. Then his eyes found mine,

fear felt good.

curling into a fetal position.

if I

My voice came out harsh, unfamiliar. “Don’t hurt

he flinched backward across the

babbled, blood still streaming from his

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

him hurt the way he’d tried to hurt me. The fury burning in my chest demanded

I said

shut, and his nose looked distinctly crooked. Good. Maybe every time he looked in a

steady despite the chaos in

ever touch someone who doesn’t want to be touched-I will find you. And next time,

backing toward the alley entrance. “Yes, yes,