Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 168

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Seraphina’s POV T

The gym smelled like sweat, blood, and something that might have been fear.

I stood in the doorway at 5:55 AM, my stomach churning with equal parts terror and desperate determination. This was it. My first day of

training for underground fighting.

The space was nothing like the pack training facility. No clean mats, no organized equipment, no cheerful teammates encouraging each

other. Just concrete floors stained with God knows what, heavy bags hanging from rusted chains, and a boxing ring that looked like it

had seen actual deaths.

“You’re early,” Rico’s voice came from behind me. “Good. Shows discipline.”

I turned to face him. He looked different in workout clothes–leaner, harder, more dangerous. Like he could actually teach someone how

to hurt people.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Coming.” He checked his watch. “You’ll meet the team at six. Fair warning–they’re not gonna be happy about you.”


“Why not?”

“Because you’re a woman. And because you’re taking up space they think belongs to them.” His expression was matter–of–fact. “They’re

gonna test you. Push you. Try to make you quit.”

My hands clenched into fists. “I won’t quit.”

“We’ll see.”

At exactly six AM, they started arriving.

Men. All men. Big, brutal–looking men with cauliflower ears and scarred knuckles and eyes that had seen too much violence. They looked

at me like I was a joke. An insult.

“The fuck is this?” The first one through the door was massive–easily six–foot–four, built like a tank. His nose had been broken so many

times it barely looked human anymore. “We running a daycare now, Rico?”

“Flint, meet Sera. Sera, meet Flint.” Rico’s voice was calm. “She’s training with us.”

Flint’s laugh was harsh and ugly. “Training? You serious? She looks like a stiff wind would break her.”

More men filed in. Eight total, not counting Rico. All of them staring at me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt.


“Maybe she’s lost,” another one said. His accent was thick, Eastern European maybe. Scars crisscrossed his shaved head like a road map.

“Yoga studio is three blocks down, little girl.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’m not lost.”

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said, cracking his knuckles with sounds like gunshots. “First time someone hits

once, sharp and commanding. “Alright, ladies.

The warm–up was brutal.

gave out. Sprints across

all, the men watched

my third set of burpees.

myself up. Did five more.


“Pathetic,” someone muttered.

Again. And again. Until the warm–up was finally over and

announced. “Flint, you’re with

was

been tough but fair. He’d pushed us hard but never tried to

wanted us to fail.

This Flint was different.

brutal, with no mercy or restraint.

think about blocking.

lungs in a rush.

somewhere far away. “Get your

wait for me to recover. He closed the distance with

time. His knuckles connected with my forearms hard enough


swept my

concrete floor so hard I saw stars. Before I could move, his

“Tap out,” he growled.

breathe. Couldn’t think.

“TAP OUT!”

floor twice. He released me immediately and

someone said. “New

the gym. Harsh and

“Get up,” Rico ordered.

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My

“I said GET UP!”

in his voice made me move. I rolled onto my side, then my hands and

arms, my throat where

“Again,” Rico said.

“What?”

“You heard me. Again.”

seconds before Flint had me in a chokehold. I tapped out before I passed

time, I lasted almost

barely conscious. Blood dripped from my nose. My

was stabbing my ribs.

“Enough,” Rico finally called.

knees, grateful

the tiniest hint of respect in

next three weeks

gym at six AM. Every morning, the men were waiting with their cruel

morning, I got beaten, bruised,

kept showing

European guy told me after knocking me down for the fifth time

open constantly.”

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