LOGINEmilia's POVThe crowd remained standing.No one seemed willing to sit.The atmosphere inside Centre Court was unlike anything I had ever experienced.The scoreboard glowed above us.Willowbrook Academy 5–3 Imperial Crown AcademyOne game.That was all we needed to secure the opening set.Across the net, Lucas bounced the ball with measured rhythm.His expression remained composed.If anything, he appeared even more focused than before.Elena adjusted her grip and offered a faint smile."They're expecting us to panic."Lucas nodded."Let's disappoint them."The umpire raised a hand."Play."Lucas tossed the ball high into the air.His serve exploded toward Wesley's backhand.It was even faster than before.Wesley managed to block it back, but the return floated shorter than intended.Elena was already moving.She leapt and executed a sharp volley into the open court."Fifteen–Love."The Imperial Crown supporters erupted in response.I exchanged a glance with Wesley."They've increased
Emilia's POVThe atmosphere inside Centre Court had become almost unbearable.Every rally drew louder applause.Every point felt decisive.The electronic scoreboard glowed brightly above us.Imperial Crown Academy 2–1 Willowbrook AcademyLucas bounced the ball behind the baseline.His expression remained composed, almost unreadable.Across the net, Wesley rotated his racket once before settling into position.I wiped the sweat from my forehead and took a steady breath."Ready?" Wesley asked quietly.I nodded."Always."The umpire signaled for play to resume.Lucas served.The ball exploded off his racket, curving toward the outside line.Wesley read it perfectly.His return landed deep in the corner.Elena moved with ease, redirecting a sharp cross-court volley toward me.I lunged and just managed to reach it.The rally intensified immediately.Forehand.Backhand.Volley.Slice.Each exchange came faster than the last.The crowd tracked the ball from side to side, reacting with gasps
Emilia's POVCentre Court had never looked more impressive.By the time Wesley and I stepped through the players’ tunnel, every seat in the National Sports Complex was occupied. More than twenty thousand spectators were on their feet, their applause reverberating beneath the glass dome.Television cameras tracked our every movement.The giant screen displayed the semifinal matchup.National Championship – SemifinalWillowbrook AcademyvsImperial Crown AcademyThe atmosphere was electric.The commentators’ voices carried clearly through the stadium."This is the match everyone has been waiting for.""Two unbeaten pairs. Only one can advance to the National Final."I drew a slow breath.This was not just another match.It was the most significant challenge we had ever faced.Beside me, Wesley rolled his shoulders and smiled."Nervous?""A little.""Good."I let out a small laugh."You always say that.""Because it means you care."Before I could respond, Lucas Sterling and Elena Cross
lEmilia's POVThe celebration following our quarterfinal victory was brief.Coach Harrison offered his congratulations, allotted exactly fifteen minutes for photographs and interviews, and then reconvened the team."Enjoy the win," he said, his voice calm yet firm. "But remember—quarterfinal victories do not win national championships."Kael sighed dramatically."I knew the celebration would be short."Liam laughed."You've known Coach long enough to expect that."Coach Harrison folded his arms."The semifinal draw will begin in twenty minutes.""Let's move."The conference hall buzzed with anticipation.Only four academy banners remained suspended from the ceiling.Willowbrook Academy.Imperial Crown Academy.Eastgate Academy.Northgate Academy.The tournament director stepped onto the stage carrying four sealed envelopes."Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations.""You are now among the top four academy doubles teams in the nation."Applause echoed through the room."You have already
Emilia's POVThe stadium was silent enough that I could hear my own heartbeat.One match.Four points.That was all that stood between Willowbrook Academy and the National Championship semifinals.I stepped behind the baseline and bounced the ball with measured control.Coach Harrison’s final instruction echoed in my mind.“Play each point with discipline.”I looked across the net.Oliver stood ready.Grace crouched at the service line.Neither showed any intention of yielding.The umpire raised a hand.“Play.”I tossed the ball into the air.My serve landed precisely on the outside corner.Grace returned it deep.The rally began immediately.Oliver controlled the tempo from the baseline.Wesley matched him shot for shot.Neither side forced an opening.The exchange continued.Twenty shots.Thirty.Forty.Finally, Grace attempted another drop shot.I sprinted forward.Instead of lifting the ball, I executed a sharp slice down the line.Grace lunged.Her racket met only air.“Fifteen–L
Emilia’s POVOliver’s words lingered in the air.“Now… it is our turn.”The crowd settled into an expectant silence as the players returned to their positions.The scoreboard glowed brightly above the court.Willowbrook Academy 3–2 Highland EliteOne break of serve separated us.Nothing more.Coach Harrison had warned us.“They will respond.”He was right.Grace stepped behind the baseline, bouncing the ball with controlled composure.Unlike most players, she showed no visible frustration after losing the previous game.Her breathing remained steady.Her expression unchanged.The umpire raised a hand.“Play.”Grace’s serve curved sharply toward the centre line.I returned it deep.Oliver immediately stepped inside the baseline, taking the ball earlier than before.“They’ve changed their formation,” Wesley called.“I see it.”Instead of waiting for errors, Highland Elite began attacking every short ball.Their tempo increased significantly.Oliver drove a forehand into the corner.I ba
Emilia's POV He led me into the cabin. It was an old house, rusty and dusty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.The place was shabby, with cobwebs nestled in the corners, and the clothes there were damp.“ Where is this place?” That was the question burning on my lips immediately we ente
Emilia's POV Tonight was supposed to be a perfect night, marking a new beginning for Darian and me.The night we would make things official, a testament to our love over the years.I strode carefully through the hall, the clanking of glasses and the laughter that spread across everyone's lips fill
Emilia's POV “ Mate “ my wolf jumped in excitement in my head as she felt a deeper connection between us. “ This can't be right” I hummed to my wolf because I already had a boyfriend, a mate who was enrolled in the school. “ How can this be? “ That was the question lingering in my mind as our
Emilia POV "Oh I'm sorry he only drinks kale smoothies after matches" I whispered to the bar attendant who lowered his head, passing me a genuine smile before walking away.That was the rule for Darian Scott,my boyfriend who was the cynosure of all eyes which made every girl's heart leap at the ra







