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.

someone shouted from the crowd. “Just stay down

Wouldn’t. Because if I stayed down here, I’d stay down

raised my fists and

and delighted. He stepped into my rush like he was swatting a fly and

fist into my face

sprayed in

air I had left from my lungs. The canvas was rough

my own blood.

referee started counting

it. This is where it

“ONE!”

Look

“TWO!”

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right to steal from you. Gary

“THREE!”

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

“FOUR!”

crowd. Through

voice. From that night

her baby girl needs her

“FIVE!”

I pushed myself up.

checking my eyes. I could barely see him through the blood and swelling. “Are you sure?

you

“I’m sure.”

can

me with more force than I’d thought I

referee stepped

Kade came at

pure and

about winning anymore. Didn’t care about the

him. Wanted to make

punch.

under it, my body moving on pure

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

darted inside his guard and drove my fist into his

crush his windpipe. But hard enough to make him gag. Hard enough to make his eyes go wide

gasped. Actually

I stomped on his instep with all my weight. Felt

roared–actually roared–and swung wildly. His fist whistled past my

shoulder into his

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since the fight began,

cheering faltered. Confused. Uncertain. Someone shouted “What

didn’t give him time to recover. I threw everything I had left–punches, elbows, knees, anything that

Most of them missed. But

for the end of round

madman. “NOW that’s

spitting blood into a

wiped my face with a cold towel, his movements quick

more.

so swollen I could barely

had a concussion. Blood wouldn’t stop pouring from my

But I nodded anyway.

Rico leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Now listen carefully.

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

“The kill?”

down. You understand

Round three.

like the start of

possessed. The confident smile was completely gone. Now his face was twisted with rage and

might have been humiliation.

made people

have taken my head clean off if it connected. I ducked under

fist into his

spun faster than someone his size should be able to move, catching

the ring.

exploded across my vision again. But

hard, both bleeding, both refusing to

I sidestepped at the last second and used his momentum against him, grabbing his arm and throwing him

ropes.

turned, his face now

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dead,” he snarled. “You

“Prove it.”