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.

it on him even from

Great.

him?” Rico appeared beside me, his face pale. “Sera,

don’t care who he

people

be

warehouse. “Ladies and

The crowd erupted.

the red corner-weighing in at two

Screams. People were

in the

through the

hit me like a

one hundred

to boos.

climbed into the ring on autopilot. My body knew what to

towered over me, grinning like this

Maybe it was.

“Touch gloves.”

force to make

I didn’t care.

was climbing through the

me,” he said urgently. “This guy is dangerous. You need to be smart. Fast. Don’t let

I nodded. Heard nothing.

The bell rang.

at me

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barely got my guard up in time. His first punch caught my forearm so hard I thought the bone might snap. His second hit my

The crowd roared.

Tried to. My feet

Drove me toward the ropes with a combination that made my vision

jaw. Right cross to my temple. Uppercut

I went down hard.

rough against my cheek. Warm. Wet with my

“One!”

sounded far away. Like he was shouting from

“Two!”

My face. My ribs. My hands. My

“Three!”

betting on which second I’d stay down for

“Four!”

could just… stop. Right here. Right now. Close my eyes and let

seeing his face every time I

“Five!”

*Dead people don’t hurt.*

so clear. So

“Six!”

around the edges. Not from the

Giving up.

“Seven!”

it. Through the crowd noise.