Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother novel Chapter 192

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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.

A wolf. I could smell it on him even from here.

Great.

“You’re fighting him?” Rico appeared beside me, his face pale. “Sera, he’s-”

“I don’t care who he is.”

“He’s killed people in the ring!”

“Then I’ll be in good company.”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the warehouse. “Ladies and gentlemen! Our main event!”

The crowd erupted.

“In the red corner-weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds!”

Cheers. Screams. People were losing their minds.

“And in the blue corner-”

I stepped through the curtain.

The noise hit me like a wall. Deafening. Overwhelming.

“-weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds-SERA!”

The cheers turned to boos. Of course.

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

The referee called us to center. The man towered over me, grinning like this was already over.

Maybe it was.

“Touch gloves.”

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

I didn’t care.

We returned to our corners. Rico was climbing through the ropes, his face grim.

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

I nodded. Heard nothing.

The bell rang.

He came at me like a freight train.

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I 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 ribs-the already cracked ones-and I tasted blood.

The crowd roared.

I circled away. Tried to. My feet were sluggish. Too slow. Too tired.

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

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

I went down hard.

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

“One!”

The referee’s count sounded far away. Like he was shouting from underwater.

“Two!”

Everything hurt. My face. My ribs. My hands. My heart.

“Three!”

The crowd was screaming. Probably betting on which second I’d stay down for good.

“Four!”

I could just… stop. Right here. Right now. Close my eyes and let it all fade away.

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

“Five!”

*Dead people don’t hurt.*

The thought was so clear. So simple. So tempting.

“Six!”

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

Giving up.

“Seven!”

Then I heard it. Through the crowd noise. Through the ringing in my ears. Through everything.

A child’s voice. High and sweet and achingly familiar.

*”Mama!”*

Not real. Couldn’t be real.

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