Ella

The crowd is hissing, booing, and screaming curses down at my mate. 

Ryatt looks around, panting, his shoulders rigid despite the welts covering his skin. 

Jaxon is still staring at me, but my attention is stolen by several people trying to climb down into the pit. A tremor of panic shudders through the entire arena. 

“Alpha Jaxon, you need to get him out of there,” I say hurriedly, turning back to the Alpha of Oasia, the man who just lost the crown of ...