Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

The crowd roared like thunder.

I stood in the center of the ring, blood dripping from my split lip, my opponent unconscious at my feet. The referee grabbed my arm and raised it high.

“Winner! SERA

The noise crashed over me. Cheering, Screaming. Money changing hands. But I felt nothing.

Just the burn in my lungs. The ache in my ribs. The metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

Good. Pain was good. Pain meant I wasn’t thinking.

“Jesus Christ, Sera.” Rico appeared beside me, pressing a towel against my bleeding eyebrow. “You trying to kill yourself out there?”

“I won, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but barely.” He guided me toward my corner, his grip tight on my arm. “You took way too many hits. What the hell were you

thinking?”

I wasn’t. That was the point.

The medic appeared with his kit, dabbing at the cut above my eye. I flinched but didn’t pull away.

“This needs stitches,” the medic said.

“Later.” I grabbed the towel from Rico, wiping blood from my face. “When’s my next fight?”

Rico stared at me. “Your next–Sera, you just finished a fight. A brutal one. You need rest.”

“I don’t need rest. I need another match.”

“Tomorrow night. But seriously, you should–”

“Good. Sign me up.”

He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. His eyes scanned my face, seeing too much.

“You’re going to burn out at this rate,” he said quietly.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’ve fought six times in two weeks. That’s insane even for you.” Rico crossed his arms. “What’s going on?”

I just want to

He leaned closer. “Talk to

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talk about.” I stood up, ignoring the way my legs shook. “I’ll be here

“Nine PM. But Sera? You need to be careful. This pace… it’s

“I’ll be fine.”

protest. Every muscle

Perfect.

when I got there. I stripped off my gloves and wraps, wincing as the tape

looked like hell. New bruises blooming across my cheekbone. Split lip. Cut

looked exactly how

Broken.

Don’t

stepped under the spray. The water burned against

welcomed it.

on the pain.

cooperate. It kept drifting back to that street.

pressed my forehead against the shower tiles, letting the

on. Of course he moved on. What did

at my face. Good. I scrubbed

my skin was red and raw. I pulled on clean clothes with mechanical movements. Jeans. T–shirt. Hoodie to cover

bruises.

waiting when

me,” he

It wasn’t a request.

warehouse in silence, past other fighters warming up,

of sweat and

news,” Rico said

“What kind of news?”

good kind. Maybe.” He glanced at me.

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frowned. “What kind of

circuit has ever seen.” He stopped near the back

talk? It attracts attention.”