Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The locker room smelled like sweat and blood and desperation.

Just like me.

I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror. Bruises everywhere. Split lip from yesterday. Black eye from the day before that. Cut above my eyebrow that wouldn’t stop bleeding no matter how many butterfly bandages I slapped on it.

Three fights in five days.

My body was screaming at me to stop. Every muscle ached. My ribs were probably cracked. My hands were so swollen I could barely

make a fist.

But I couldn’t stop.

Because if I stopped fighting, I’d start thinking. And if I started thinking, I’d remember.

“Sera!” Rico burst through the door, his face tight with worry. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Getting ready.” I pulled on my hand wraps with shaking fingers. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re about to collapse.” He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.

“I’m fighting,” I said flatly. “Are you going to let me, or do I need to find another manager?”

Rico stared at me for a long moment. Then he sighed, defeated. “Fine. But if you get hurt-really hurt-that’s on you.”

“Noted.”

He left, shaking his head.

I finished wrapping my hands. The movements were automatic now. I’d done this so many times I could do it blind.

Just like I was doing everything blind lately. Fighting blind. Sleeping blind. Living blind.

The crowd noise filtered through the walls. Loud tonight. Really loud. Must be a good turnout.

More people to watch me get destroyed.

Perfect.

“Five minutes!” Someone shouted through the door.

I stood up. My legs wobbled. When was the last time I ate? Yesterday? The day before?

Couldn’t remember,

Didn’t matter.

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I pushed through the door and headed toward the ring entrance. The hallway was dark. Narrow. The perfect tunnel to hell.

My opponent was already warming up when I got there. Big guy. Maybe six-three. Built like a tank. Scars everywhere.

could smell it on him even

Great.

beside

don’t care who

people in the

be in good

the warehouse. “Ladies

The crowd erupted.

the red corner-weighing in at

Screams. People were

the

through

hit me like a

at one hundred

to

the ring on autopilot. My body knew what to do even if my brain was somewhere

center. The man towered over me, grinning like this

Maybe it was.

“Touch gloves.”

fist met mine with enough force to make my bones rattle. Showing off.

I didn’t care.

our corners. Rico was climbing through the ropes, his face

is dangerous. You need to be smart. Fast. Don’t

I nodded. Heard nothing.

The bell rang.

came at me like a freight

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in time. His first punch caught my forearm so hard I thought the bone might snap. His second hit my ribs-the

The crowd roared.

feet

me off easily. Drove me toward the ropes with a combination that

hook to my jaw. Right cross to my temple. Uppercut that snapped my head

I went down hard.

canvas was rough against my cheek. Warm. Wet with my own

“One!”

sounded far away. Like he

“Two!”

My face. My

“Three!”

Probably betting on which second I’d stay down for

“Four!”

here. Right now. Close my eyes

seeing his face every time I closed

“Five!”

*Dead people don’t hurt.*

so clear. So

“Six!”

started going dark around the edges. Not from the hits. From something else. Something

Giving up.

“Seven!”

Through the crowd noise. Through the ringing in my ears. Through