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.

down!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Just stay

I stayed

raised my

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

into my face with

head snapped back. Blood sprayed in an

left from

my own blood.

referee started counting

it

“ONE!”

Look

“TWO!”

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steal from you.

“THREE!”

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

“FOUR!”

crowd. Through

From that night

and her

“FIVE!”

I pushed myself up.

I could barely see him through the blood

sure you want to

“I’m sure.”

chance. I can stop this right

The word exploded out of me with more force than I’d thought I still had. “I’m not

stepped

when Kade came at

fear was gone. Burned away by rage so pure

anymore. Didn’t care about the money or proving anything to

to make him feel a fraction of what

punch.

my body

strong. But Rico was right–he’d gotten

his guard and drove my

him gag. Hard enough to

gasped.

stomped on his instep with all my weight.

fist whistled past my ear close enough to feel the displacement

into his knee. The same

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since

faltered. Confused. Uncertain.

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

of them

bell rang for the

grinning like a madman. “NOW that’s

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

wiped my face with

round. Just one more. Can

part of my body screamed no. My face was so swollen I could barely open my left eye. My ribs might be cracked. I was pretty

a concussion. Blood wouldn’t stop pouring from

But I nodded anyway.

closer, his voice dropping. “Now listen carefully. He’s going to come out

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

“The kill?”

to put him down. You understand me? Whatever.

Round three.

bell rang like the start of an

out like a man possessed. The confident smile was completely

might have been humiliation.

Anger made

haymaker that would have taken my head clean off if it connected. I ducked under it–felt it whistle over my hair–and

into

and spun faster than someone his size should be able to move, catching me with a backhand that sent me stumbling

the ring.

again. But I

each other, both breathing hard, both bleeding, both refusing to quit. The crowd was on their

at the last second and used his momentum against him, grabbing

ropes.

himself and turned, his face now a mask of pure

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he snarled. “You

“Prove it.”