Omega Bound
Across the arena, finally, my eyes lock with Ronan as his shoulders go rigid from the word partnered, I can already tell we are going to be the scapegoats today.
He's doing this on purpose to make a fool of us.
Elias gestures to the center, as they were two platforms raised high, that were five meters apart, no weapons or sparring matches today.
A small strap of cloth hanging from the two platforms.
The seats are arranged in a circle around them, an audience for this sick humiliation ritual.
Elias matches down from where he was. “Kieran Vale , and his Alpha counterpart Ronan Nightshade, to the stands.” He sneers.