Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Seraphina’s POV 1

“I’m in,” I said again, because once wasn’t enough. Because I needed to hear myself say it twice to believe I was actually doing this insane

thing. “I’ll do it.”

Rico’s smile stretched wide across his face. Satisfied. Victorious. Like he’d known all along I’d break.

“I knew it,” he said, clapping his hands together once. “I knew you’d say yes. The moment I saw you in that alley, taking down that drunk

bastard, I knew you had it in you.”

My stomach twisted. “Had what in you?”

“The hunger.” His eyes glittered in the harsh warehouse lights. “The desperation. The willingness to do whatever it takes to survive.”

God, he made me sound like some kind of animal. Maybe I was.

“Look, Sera.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to something almost gentle. “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years. I can spot talent,

sure. But more than that, I can spot fighters. The ones who don’t quit when it hurts.”

“I don’t know if that’s me,” I admitted quietly.

“Trust me. By the time I’m done training you, by the time you step into that ring for real, you’re going to be the best goddamn female

fighter this circuit has ever seen.”

The words should have made me feel better. Should have given me confidence or hope or something positive.

Instead, they made me want to throw up.

What the hell was I doing? Twenty–four hours ago, I was scanning groceries and pretending my life was under control. Now I was

agreeing to get punched in the face for money.

“Hey.” Rico’s voice cut through my spiral. “You still with me?”

“Yeah.” I forced myself to focus. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. Because we’ve got a lot of work to do. Training starts tomorrow. Six AM sharp.”

Six AM. Of course.

“There’s just one thing,” I said before I could lose my nerve.

Rico raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

My hands were shaking again. I shoved them in my pockets so he wouldn’t see. “I need to ask you for a favor. A really big favor.”

“I’m listening.”

words stuck in my throat. Pride and desperation wrestling for control of my

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the fight money.

Before tomorrow morning.”

expression didn’t change. “How

hundred and fifty dollars.” My voice cracked. “For rent. My landlord is evicting me if I don’t

Silence.

Here I was, begging a stranger for money like some

are you short?” Rico

question caught me off guard.

rent money? You work at that grocery store. I saw the uniform when we

borrowed money from me for a bus ticket home, said she’d pay

She never did. And then my boss docked my pay for damages I didn’t cause,

now you’re broke,” Rico

like failure. “I have forty–seven dollars in my bank account and a

in less than

studied me with those sharp, calculating eyes. Probably doing the math on whether I

said desperately. “I swear. Once I start fighting, once I

out, I’ll find other work. I’ll

“Stop.”

shut my mouth so fast my

pulled out his phone. “How much

honestly, I could use a little

it an even two

at him.

already pulling up his banking app. “Should cover your rent, get you some groceries, maybe

proper training gear.”

two thousand dollars

offering two thousand.” He looked up from his phone, his expression serious. “Sera, if

focus if you’re worried about where you’re sleeping or

“But I’ll owe you-”

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shows up on time and gives me

it

In me. In my ability to get beaten up

what to say,”

you’ll quit that grocery store

I blinked. “What?”

up again. “You need

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