Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Rejected the alpha mate 191

The Win

The Win

Tamara POV

I opened my mouth for him. The moment I did that, his tongue delved inside my mouth. A deep rumble emanated from his chest. His kiss turned deeper, more insistent. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of his body through the fabric. He kissed me like he was starving, his lips pressing against mine with an almost desperate urgency. I responded instinctively, my fingers threading through his hair as I tilted my head, allowing him more access. His breath quickened, and I could feel the beat of his heart pounding against my chest as he deepened the kiss further, making everything else blur into the background.

Oh, goddess. I needed this so badly. My body was arching into his unconsciously.

I didn't want the dream to end. Ever.

Something hot, like a huge rod, pressed against my belly. I shot my hand instinctively to feel what it was, but he took my hands in his and pinned them over my head. I moaned in protest, but didn't leave him.

Finally, I pulled away, my breath coming in short gasps. "I won't reject you... this week," I whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere, Tamara," he said softly, "Not now, not ever." His weight still pressed against me, that hot rod between us, which I so wanted to grab and explore. "And you won't reject me."

I opened my eyes half-mast, and looked dreamily at him, and for the first time, I allowed myself to feel the full extent of my emotions in my dreams. Was I was falling for him? Was I ready or not? Yeah... I was dreaming. My mind was so muddled up that Matt's proximity, which I dreamt, affected it. I chuckled, and then fell off into deep sleep.

The next day, I found myself nervously preparing for the match. The practice had left me drained, but it had also pushed me to my limits.

The match was set on the beach, right by the sea. The sun was beginning its ascent, casting a golden glow across the water. The air was warm. The crowd around the courts buzzed with excitement, as the sound of waves crashing against the shore added a background to the noise of spectators cheering. It was a perfect setting for a beachball game, but the nerves in my chest had nothing to do with the weather or the environment.

I was dressed in my team's uniform, a tight-fitting half tank top and bikini bottom, designed to help with movement and agility, but all it did was highlight the attention I was getting.

The boys in the crowd couldn't seem to take their eyes off me. I could feel their stares, their gazes lingering a little too long, and I hated it. Why did they have to look at me like that? I wasn't their prize to ogle. I wanted to play, to focus, but the constant attention made it hard to concentrate. It was like every glance was a weight pressing down on me. Like they were judging me or lusting after me. When I glanced at Matt, his expressions were dark, like he was cataloguing every boy out there with his eyes to kill them in future.

The Dolphins-the reigning champions-were already eyeing us like they were going to wipe us out. I could feel the tension in the air as the Dolphins lined up on the court. Their looks were intense, and they seemed ready to bring it all. The pressure was suffocating.

'You've got this, Angel said, but the weight of their stares lingered in my mind. No assurances were going to prepare me for what was to come.

the sidelines, watching me. His presence was the only thing that kept me grounded.

voices cut through the

it'll be because of Tamara,"

dragging us down. I don't know why Coach Dana has agreed to let her in the team. She's such a

bit my lip, trying not to react. The sting of their words burned deep.

a solution, Angel. Besides, we are in the human world. Our rules don't

distractions. This is about the team. Let's win!" She glared at me, as if I were the only one messing up. I could feel the weight of her disappointment. "And you

to the Dolphins, just as I feared. Coach Dana shouted at me from the sidelines. "Tamara, you're making us lose!

feeling the sand beneath my hands. My heart racing as I sent the ball back over the net. But what surprised me wa how Sarah didn't take the ball. Instead she hit it in a way that the ball came back at me. Shocked, I hit the ball and it flew toward the opponents. They all froze for a moment, hoping the ball would fall outside the court, but it fell an

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crowd erupted in

then she narrowed her eyes, glanced

something

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way, trying to block my shots or deflect my passes Whenever I tried to make a good play, she'd trip me up, using every opportunity to sabotage my moves. One

causing me to stumble and miss the ball.

where you're

enough for

a clear attempt to throw

game? What was in it for her? Or was it that she wanted to make me

let her get to me. I couldn't let Sarah's petty moves distract me. I took a deep breath, steeling

to me again, and this time, I didn't hesitate. I dodged Sarah's interference, spinning around and sending the ball over the net. It landed perfectly, scoring another point for

We were tied now.

excited, encouraged by the way I was

I wasn't going to let her ruin this. I led my team to the next point, calling for a well-timed serve that left

feel the tension building as I rushed toward the ball, knowing that this was the moment. I jumped and spiked it one last time, sending it over the net

a tense pause, a member of the opponent team, tried to take it, but she landed on the ground,