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Eighty Two
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2026-07-23 03:03:03
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Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Seven
AUTHOR'S POVCLICK.The brass pins inside the deadbolt clicked into place one by one. Applying steady pressure to the tension wrench, Vaughn twisted his wrist a fraction of an inch. The lock gave way with a soft, metallic snap.He slipped into the narrow dorm room, pulling the heavy door shut behind him. The space smelled of cheap vanilla body spray and stale coffee. Afternoon sunlight cut through the dusty blinds, illuminating a cramped layout shared by two college students. One side of the room featured pink throw pillows and a chaotic pile of clothes. The other side—Athena Cole’s side—was Spartan, organized with military precision.Vaughn approached the neat wooden desk. He pulled a slim, encrypted smartphone from his jacket pocket, muting the shutter sound.Moving with practiced, lethal efficiency, he started documenting her life.Snap. A printed weekly class schedule pinned to a corkboard.Snap. A spiral-bound notebook left open, detailing defensive line-shifts and aggressive for
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Six
ATHENAThe glow of the dual monitors cast a harsh, blue light across the cramped coaches' office. Rubbing my gritty eyes, I clicked the spacebar, pausing the UCLA game tape for the fifth time in twenty minutes.On the screen, a Bruins forward broke through a weak defensive screen. It was a sloppy transition. I grabbed my dry-erase marker, circling the gap in coverage on the whiteboard resting across my knees. The Ashford Arena sat in dead silence around me. Midnight had passed an hour ago, leaving the sprawling facility feeling like a concrete tomb. The usual hum of the ice chillers provided the only background noise.Leaning back in the squeaky leather chair, I tossed the marker onto the desk. My brain felt like mush. I needed coffee, or maybe just three solid hours of sleep.Without warning, the monitors snapped black.The overhead fluorescent panels flickered once, buzzed a sharp electrical note, and died.Plunged into pure darkness, I froze.Shit.The heavy hum of the chillers spu
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Five
ATHENAThe basement smelled like poor life choices and stale beer.Neon strobe lights sliced through the humid air, illuminating a massive crowd of sweating undergrads packed shoulder-to-shoulder. The DJ, tucked into a dark corner, blasted a heavy EDM remix that rattled my teeth and made the sticky concrete floor vibrate beneath my boots.Standing near the exposed brick wall, I hugged my track jacket tighter around my chest, dodging a guy stumbling past with two sloshing red solo cups."I am officially losing my hearing," Tessa yelled over the music, leaning close to my ear. "This DJ is mid. He is just playing a Spotify playlist and twisting random knobs to look busy. I bet he does not even have the board plugged in.""You dragged me here," I yelled back, scanning the chaotic room. "You promised me a brief, casual distraction from hockey. This looks like a biohazard.""It is a character-building experience," Tessa grinned. "Plus, Liam said he was grabbing provisions."Right on cue, a
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Four
AUTHOR'S POVSienna was sitting in the sofa at the room's extreme, extending her left hand to the private manicurist hired for the morning. The harsh smell of acetone masked the faint scent of fresh lilies arranged on the glass coffee table."File them sharp," Sienna instructed, barely glancing at the technician. "I want the almond shape, but make the edges dangerous.""Yes, Miss Hart," the technician murmured, filing with quick, practiced strokes.Three younger sorority sisters sat on the adjacent couches, nursing mimosas in crystal flutes, nodding along to whatever social mandate Sienna was delivering."If the Pi Kapps think they can co-host the winter formal with us after that stunt they pulled at the tailgate, they are delusional," Sienna stated, taking a slow sip from her own glass. "We freeze them out. No invites, no plus-ones. We gatekeep the guest list. I want them begging for relevance by midterms.""Valid," Chloe agreed, adjusting her posture. "They brought it on themselves,
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Three
JEREMIAH An hour later, the locker room was deserted.Sitting alone on the wooden bench in the far corner, I unlaced my left skate and let it drop to the rubber floor mat. A thick bag of crushed ice rested on my right knee, numbing the dull, persistent ache of an old high school injury. The heavy bass of Miller’s portable speaker was gone, replaced by the low, mechanical hum of the arena’s ventilation system.Reaching for my water bottle, a flicker of movement caught my eye.Beyond the grated metal door leading to the maintenance corridor, a dark shadow passed over the frosted glass block windows.My pulse spiked. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, a sudden surge of paranoia flooding my system. Normal facility staff didn't work in this sector during post-practice hours. Talia mandated a strict clear-out policy to give the players privacy.Dropping the ice pack, I stood up. My knee throbbed, but I ignored the pain.I grabbed a spare composite hockey stick resting against the n
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty Two
JEREMIAH "That's my girl," he said, and kissed her hard.His hands slid down her back, grabbed the fabric of her sweatpants, and pulled her against him. She could feel him through his shorts already half hard, thickening by the second as she pressed into him."I had to tell you first," she said against his mouth. "I ran straight here.""Good." His hands found the waistband of her sweatpants. "You ran here in these?""I didn't exactly plan a wardrobe for getting fucked.""That's okay. I planned enough for both of us."He hooked his thumbs into her waistband and pulled. The sweatpants came down hard, dragging her underwear with them, the fabric bunching at her knees. She kicked them off the rest of the way, standing naked from the waist down in the middle of his gym, the air cool on her skin.Jeremiah stepped back just long enough to pull his shorts down. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the head already dark and glistening. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked once, tw
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Two
(Athena's POV).For a second, I thought I heard him wrong because there was no way Luca Ryder had just looked straight past me and called who?“Sienna?” My rival?The crowd screamed, while I just stood there, frozen at the edge of the rink with my hand still over my mouth like a complete idiot, t
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival One
(Athena's POV)“Ew. Girl! Stop staring at him like that before I throw up.”I laughed under my breath, gripping my hockey stick tighter as I turned to look at Tessa, my best friend.We were near the player's bench, the rink screaming loud around us as both schools packed the arena like tonight mean
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Six
ATHENAThe Ashford training facility gym smelled intensely of iron, chalk, and exertion. A heavy metal track blasted from corner speakers, vibrating against the concrete walls. It was raw, unpolished, and exactly what I needed to clear the sterile scent of Hayes’s office from my memory.Navigating
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Five
ATHENACrossing my arms over my chest, I shifted my weight and looked dead at Jeremiah Ashford. The air in the gritty hallway of the facility felt thick, smelling faintly of stale ice shavings and floor wax."I’m not doing this for revenge, Ashford," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet.His d
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