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.

wolf. I could smell it on him

Great.

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

care who he

people

be in good

announcer’s voice boomed through the warehouse. “Ladies and

The crowd erupted.

corner-weighing in at two hundred and forty

People were losing

in the

through the

hit me like a wall. Deafening.

at one hundred and thirty

cheers turned to

ring on autopilot. My body knew what to do even

man towered over me, grinning

Maybe it was.

“Touch gloves.”

met mine with enough force to make my

I didn’t care.

our corners. Rico was climbing through

You need to be smart. Fast.

I nodded. Heard nothing.

The bell rang.

came at me like a

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my guard up in time. His first punch caught my forearm so hard I thought the bone might

The crowd roared.

feet were

the ropes with a combination that made my vision

hook to my jaw. Right cross to

I went down hard.

cheek. Warm.

“One!”

sounded far away. Like he was shouting from

“Two!”

hurt. My face. My ribs. My hands.

“Three!”

screaming. Probably betting on which second I’d stay down

“Four!”

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

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

“Five!”

*Dead people don’t hurt.*

so clear. So

“Six!”

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

Giving up.

“Seven!”

Through the crowd noise. Through the