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 for

echoed in my memory. *”Technique and surprise

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

He was wrong

still, letting my body go limp against the wall. Playing defeated. Playing the victim

loosening slightly. “See? This doesn’t

my knee up as hard as I

over with a strangled yelp, his hands flying to

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

his nose as he staggered backward,

bitch!” he snarled, one hand pressed to his bleeding face.

those hours with Marcus drilling defensive techniques into our heads, came flooding back. I pivoted on my

went down hard, his head cracking against the alley pavement with a

his eyes found

fear felt good. It felt like

curling into a fetal position. “Please don’t hurt

funny if I weren’t shaking with

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

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

his nose. “I’m

Pathetic. “Please,

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

up,” I said

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

my voice steady despite the chaos in my chest. “And

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

the alley entrance. “Yes, yes, I understand.