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

Great.

fighting him?” Rico appeared beside me,

care who he

people in

be

voice boomed through the warehouse.

The crowd erupted.

in at two hundred and

Screams. People were losing their

the blue

through the

noise hit me like a wall.

one hundred

to

on autopilot. My body knew

us to center. The man towered over me, grinning

Maybe it was.

“Touch gloves.”

force to make my bones rattle. Showing

I didn’t care.

Rico was climbing through the

me,” he said urgently. “This guy is dangerous. You

I nodded. Heard nothing.

The bell rang.

at me

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punch caught my forearm so hard I thought the bone might snap. His second hit my

The crowd roared.

away. Tried to. My feet were

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

cross to my temple. Uppercut that snapped

I went down hard.

canvas was rough against my cheek. Warm. Wet

“One!”

referee’s count sounded far away.

“Two!”

hurt. My face. My ribs.

“Three!”

Probably betting on which second

“Four!”

stop. Right here. Right now. Close my eyes and let it

memories. No more seeing his face every time I closed my

“Five!”

*Dead people don’t hurt.*

so clear. So simple. So

“Six!”

started going dark around the edges. Not from the

Giving up.

“Seven!”

it. Through the crowd noise. Through the