Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

Kade closed the distance in two steps. I tried to move, tried to circle away, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate fast enough. His fist

connected with my face again–harder this time.

Something in my nose crunched. Blood poured down my chin, hot and thick.

“YEAH! BREAK HER NOSE!”

“MAKE HER CRY!”

I tasted blood. Felt my lip split open like overripe fruit. Heard the crowd screaming for my destruction, and underneath it all, heard

laughter. They were laughing at me.

Just like everyone always had.

Kade grabbed me by the shoulders and drove his knee into my stomach. I doubled over, gagging, trying not to vomit.

“Stay down,” he said, almost kindly. “Just stay down and this stops.”

But I couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

I threw a wild hook at his head. It connected–barely–but it was enough to make him step back in surprise.

“Oh, you’ve got some fight in you after all,” he said, grinning wider. “Good. I was worried this would be boring.”

The bell rang, ending the round.

I collapsed onto the stool in my corner. Rico was in my face immediately, pressing an ice pack against my swelling eye. The cold burned

worse than the heat.

“You’re getting destroyed out there,” he said flatly.

“Thanks for the fucking pep talk,” I gasped.

“I’m serious.” Rico grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him through my one good eye. “If you keep fighting like this–if you keep letting him back you up–he’s going to knock you out. Or worse.”

“Worse?” My laugh came out as a wet cough. “What’s worse?”

“Hospital. Permanent damage. Death.” His grip tightened. “You need to stop being scared and start being angry.”

“I AM angry!”

“No. You’re terrified. There’s a difference.” He pulled the ice pack away, and I saw his expression. Hard. Demanding. “You want to survive this? You want to win? Then you need to stop fighting like a victim and start fighting like a predator.”

The ten–second warning sounded. Too soon. Way too soon.

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“Remember,” Rico said as I forced myself to stand, “fast and dirty. No rules. No mercy, Fit him where it hurts and don’t stop hitting until

he goes down.”

Round two was worse.

So much worse.

Kade had figured out all my patterns. Every time I tried to circle away, he was there. Every time I threw a punch, he countered with

three. His fists were everywhere–my face, my body, my arms when I tried to block.

A punch to my temple made the world tilt violently sideways. Another to my ribs drove the air from my lungs in a sound that was half

scream, half sob. A knee to my stomach doubled me over, and I tasted bile mixing with blood.

I was drowning in pain. Drowning in the realization that I was completely, utterly outmatched.

The crowd was loving every second of it. Cheering every time Kade landed a hit. Laughing every time I stumbled. Some of them were

literally jumping up and down with excitement, spilling beer and screaming for more blood.

My blood.

“MAKE HER BLEED MORE!”

“BREAK SOMETHING! COME ON!”

“THIS IS PATHETIC! PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY!”

Kade caught me with a combination that sent me spinning into the ropes. I bounced off them like a rag doll, barely staying upright. My

legs were jelly. My vision was tunneling.

from the crowd. “Just stay

couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Because if I

my fists

He stepped into my rush like

fist into my face with devastating

back. Blood sprayed in

impact knocked what little air I had left from my lungs. The canvas was

my own blood.

started

it ends. This is

“ONE!”

Look at

“TWO!”

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right to steal from you. Gary

“THREE!”

your babies because you’re weak. You ran away because you’re a

“FOUR!”

the roaring crowd. Through the ringing in my

night at

and her baby girl

“FIVE!”

I pushed myself up.

referee grabbed my face, checking my eyes. I could barely see him

you want to

“I’m sure.”

can stop this

of me with more force than I’d thought

referee stepped back reluctantly.

at

fear was gone. Burned away by rage so pure and incandescent it

anymore. Didn’t care about the

him. Wanted to make him feel

threw a punch. I slipped

my body

was strong. But Rico was right–he’d gotten cocky. Comfortable. He

darted inside his guard and drove my fist into his

windpipe. But hard enough to make him

crowd gasped.

reeling, I stomped on his instep with all my weight. Felt

my ear close enough to feel the displacement

dropped low and drove my shoulder into his knee.

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first time since the fight

Uncertain. Someone shouted

everything I had left–punches, elbows, knees, anything that

Most of them missed. But some

bell rang for the end

was grinning like a madman. “NOW that’s what I’m talking about! You

him,” I panted, spitting blood into a bucket. So

him. Look at his face. That’s even better.” Rico wiped my face with a cold towel, his movements quick and

round. Just one more. Can

part of my body screamed no. My face was so swollen I could barely open my left eye. My

a concussion. Blood wouldn’t stop

But I nodded anyway.

carefully. He’s going to come

Make him chase you. Tire him out. Then–and only then–you go for the

“The kill?”

put him down. You understand me? Whatever.

Round three.

bell rang like the start of

completely gone. Now his

might have been humiliation.

Anger made people

if it connected. I ducked under it–felt it whistle over my hair–and

into his

than someone his size should be able to move, catching me with a backhand that

the ring.

across my vision again. But I

hard, both bleeding, both refusing to quit. The crowd was on

last second and used his momentum against him, grabbing his arm and throwing

ropes.

and turned, his face now

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dead,” he snarled. “You hear me?

“Prove it.”