Alpha of the Deadly Arena
I never chose to enter the Arena—
the place that swallows humans and supernaturals from every era and throws them into a death game with only one rule: survive.
One moment I was walking down a normal street.
The next, I woke up in a prehistoric jungle with the ground trembling under massive, thundering footsteps.
That’s where I met him—Kael.
An Alpha Werewolf with lethal instincts, a body built for violence, and eyes that could pin me in place more easily than his claws ever could.
He had zero interest in saving anyone.
Especially me.
To him, I was a burden.
To me, he was a threat.
And he definitely wasn’t planning to keep me alive.
“You’re not human, Maddie.” His breath ghosted my ear, hot and shivering down my spine.
“And whatever you are… you shouldn’t exist in this world.”
But the Arena made its choice before either of us could:
Every round in this cursed place keeps forcing us together—fighting back-to-back, bleeding for each other, breathing in sync.
Yet every time danger closes in, I end up pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my ear as he growls instructions I shouldn’t find intoxicating.
“Stay with me, Maddie. You won’t survive a single night without me.”
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I don’t want to survive without him.
But the truth inside me—what I am, what I carry—
…might be the very thing that gets him killed.
And when Kael finally corners me in the dark, his voice a low, wicked whisper at my neck, I realize the Arena isn’t the deadliest thing here.
He is.
“Tell me what you are, little flame… before I’m forced to claim you.”