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.

thing that kept me grounded. His eyes were locked on

through the tension,

lose, it'll be because of Tamara,"

someone like her dragging us down. I don't know why Coach Dana has agreed to

lip, trying not to react. The sting of their words

solution, Angel. Besides, we are in the human

in for one last pep talk. "Focus! No distractions. This is about the team. Let's win!" She glared at me, as if I were the only one messing

I feared. Coach Dana shouted at

back and forth. The ball flew at me, and I didn't hesitate. I dove, 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

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The Win

stilled when the crowd erupted in cheers

dropped. But then she narrowed her eyes, glanced at

something under her

lucky, huh?"

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as the match progressed, I felt a cold tension from Sarah. She kept moving into my 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 time

miss the ball. I could feel her smirk at the corner of my vision, as

you're going,"

loud enough for only me

a clear attempt to

was in

her get to me. I couldn't let Sarah's petty moves distract me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This was bigger than her. This was my chance

came to me again, and this time, I didn't hesitate. I dodged Sarah's interference, spinning around and sending the ball over

We were tied now.

encouraged by the way I was playing.

I wasn't going to let her ruin this. I led my team to the next point,

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

tried to take it, but she landed on the