Aria’s POV
The heavy metal door groaned as Kael pushed it open.
What waited on the other side made my jaw drop.
Underground. We were underground.
A massive arena sprawled before us. Concrete walls. Industrial lights hanging from exposed beams. The air was thick with sweat, adrenaline, and the unmistakable tang of blood.
Wolves everywhere. Hundreds of them. Packed around a raised platform in the center. Screaming. Cheering. Waving fistfuls of cash.
This was The Pit.
I’d heard whispers about this place. The illegal underground fighting ring where wolves settled scores with fists instead of fangs. Where fortunes changed hands in seconds. Where the strongest proved their dominance.
I never imagined I’d actually be here.
"Stay close," Kael murmured near my ear. His hand pressed firmly against my lower back.
I nodded. Couldn’t speak. The noise was overwhelming.
We pushed through the crowd. Bodies parted for Kael like water before a shark. Even here—surrounded by fighters and gamblers and criminals—his presence commanded respect.
Fear, maybe.
He led me to a raised section near the front. VIP seating, apparently. Leather couches. A private bar. A perfect view of the fighting platform.
"Sit here." He guided me to a plush seat. "Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll be back."
Wait.
"What?" I grabbed his wrist. "Where are you going?"
Those black-gold eyes met mine. Something burned in their depths. Excitement? Anticipation?
"To fight."
My heart stopped.
"You’re fighting? Tonight? Now?"
"That’s generally how this works." His lips curved. That infuriating smirk. "Scared for me, little Omega?"
"I—" My face flushed. "No! I just—you didn’t tell me—"
"Didn’t I?" He leaned closer. His breath was warm against my cheek. "Watch carefully. I’ll put on a good show."
Then he was gone.
Swallowed by the crowd. Heading toward the platform.
I sat there. Stunned. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy.
He brought me here to watch him fight?
The crowd’s roar intensified. I craned my neck. Tried to see through the mass of bodies.
A voice boomed through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Wolves and mongrels! Welcome to the championship round of The Pit!"
Screams. Howls. The sound was deafening.
"In the red corner—the unstoppable, the unbreakable—STONE FIST!"
A massive wolf climbed onto the platform. He was huge. Muscles on top of muscles. Scars crisscrossing his bare torso like a roadmap of violence.
My stomach dropped.
Kael was fighting that?
"And in the black corner—the legend himself—the wolf who’s never lost—HOWL!"
The crowd went absolutely insane.
And there he was.
Kael stepped onto the platform. He’d stripped off his shirt. My mouth went dry.
God.
His body was a work of art. Broad shoulders. Defined abs. That V-line disappearing into his waistband. Every muscle was carved. Perfect. Lethal.
He rolled his neck. Cracked his knuckles. Looked almost bored.
Stone Fist was at least fifty pounds heavier. Taller. Wider.
Kael didn’t seem to care.
"BEGIN!"
Stone Fist charged.
I couldn’t breathe.
The bigger wolf swung. A haymaker that could have taken down a building.
Kael sidestepped. Smooth. Effortless. Like he was dancing.
Stone Fist stumbled. Turned. Swung again.
Kael ducked. Came up inside his guard. His fist connected with Stone Fist’s ribs.
CRACK.
The sound echoed through the arena. Stone Fist grunted. Staggered back.
But he didn’t fall.
He came again. Faster this time. More desperate.
Kael blocked. Parried. Moved with a grace that seemed impossible for someone his size.
I was gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles went white.
Come on. Come on.
Stone Fist landed a blow. Kael’s head snapped to the side. Blood sprayed from his lip.
I shot to my feet. "NO!"
The people around me stared. I didn’t care.
Kael wiped the blood from his mouth. Looked at it. Then smiled.
That damn smile.
He moved.
So fast I almost missed it. A blur of fists and fury.
One hit to the jaw. Stone Fist’s head rocked back.



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce!