Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Rejected the alpha mate 193

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Tamara POV

We walked into the Dean's office, where the air thick with tension. Unease gnawed at me. I had no proof. I couldn't bring myself to expose Sarah like that without solid evidence, but here I was, in front of the Dean, about to potentially ruin her future.

"What are we going to say?" I asked Matt as we walked there.

"Tell him what she did with you," he growled, clearly still unhappy about the attack on me.

"Matt," I said, stopping him. "This is not going to work. Last time the Dean gave me a warning that if I pulled another prank, he would expel me!"

But Matt wasn't only listening. As we approached the Dean's office, I saw Sarah hovering around. As soon as she saw me, at first she was surprised, then she stormed toward me. "You fucking wench!"

Matt let out a low growl as he shoved me behind his back. Sarah practically stopped in her tracks, feeling the aura of his alpha power. She flinched, her eyes wide.

"If you touch her, I'll make sure that every bone in your body is broken. You won't get out of the hospital for the rest of the year!"

Sarah backed away. "Sh-she complained about me to the Dean. And what evidence do you have?" she asked me.

I stepped out from behind Matt. "You sent those girls to injure me, didn't you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. “No, I didn't,” she lied through her teeth. “What are you even talking about?"

I knew that Sarah would never openly admit to her crime. "If it is proven that you sent those girls to hit me, you will be expelled from the college and go to prison."

Sarah crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't know what you're talking about. But, know this bitch, I will ruin your beachball carrier and every other carrier in your life. You are not just on my radar, but on many radars."

Wow.

Matt's anger was barely contained. "No Sarah," he hissed. "You don't get it. The thing is that you don't mess with people like us. As for Tam, she doesn't fucking need a carrier. Her parents, and her boyfriend, are so fucking rich that you can't even fathom. Oh, don't even talk about our reach in the political system of this country." Then he stepped closer to her. Sarah trembled and stepped back, paling a little. "I'll fucking put you six feet under the ground, and no one will ever come to know about it." At this Sarah's blood drained from her face. "So don't you fucking mess with my Tamara. Again."

I should have stopped Matt from threatening her, but a gush of pride swelled in my chest. The way he protected me was overwhelming. I swallowed the lump of emotions and took a deep breath in to calm my racing heart. And I knew that whatever Dean had in mind, Matt was with me.

"The Dean is calling you all," his secretary announced, disrupting our conversation.

Matt caught my wrist and we entered his office.

up when we entered. He had and unreadable expression. "Tamara, Matt," he greeted us in a low, authoritative voice. "Come in.

I sat stiffly, my fingers curling

away from Matt, still recovering from the threat of

his hands on the desk, "Matt's complaint about Sarah is quite serious. You

I've been a part of this team for past two years. I've never missed a practice match, been very diligent with my game, Coach Dana likes me, and yet these two had the audacity of accusing me of sabotaging the game. I didn't sabotage it. In fact, we won the game. Instead of being praised for winning a game, I am

more than hampering the game," Matt scoffed. "Enough!" Dean

any evidence that Sarah was trying to Successfully unlocked!e end, it's the

Matt cut in. were not accusing her without reason," he said in a

We have evidence."

glance. He was taking the lead in this, but I didn't want him to

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asked, leaning forward, intrigued. "Because if this is a baseless accusation, there will be consequences

knew what he meant. False accusations could lead to disciplinary action, and it wasn't something I wanted hanging over my head. I glanced at Sarah, who seemed

she said in a

on my hand, a silent reassurance. His gaze was unwavering. He took out a slip of paper and said, "When the game was over, and these girls went to change in

My mouth dropped.

dare you? That's

he slid the paper to Dean. "She had tucked under her bed.

it, his face turned ashen white, and then beetroot

to her.

with fifty thousand dollars listed. There was also a handwritten note at the bottom, barely visible: "This is for the last match. The Dolphins expect more next time. Don't let them lose. Or

at it in disbelief. Matt was so

was proof. Sarah wasn't working for the team at all. She was being paid to throw games. The Dolphins were involved, and I had a sinking feeling this had been going

like she would get a heart attack. "Th-this isn't mine! Matt

said, his voice firm. "She's been getting paid to make sure we lose against the Dolphins. They promised her

would you do this? Why would you betray us?" Dean Smith asked, feeling both confused and betrayed. "I've never seen anything

done anything!"

"She's always been about the money,

a sports Porche, which costs way too much for a scholarship student to

the Dolphins?" I pressed. "Why

have a sports Porche?