Alle Kapitel von The Lycan king's Claim : Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Emilia's POVThe alarm sounded before sunrise.I opened my eyes immediately.Today was not an ordinary day.It was quarterfinal day.The Regional Academy Tennis Championship had reached its most demanding stage, and every remaining team was fully committed to claiming the title.After getting dressed in my Willowbrook uniform, I clipped the silver keychain Wesley had given me onto my sports bag.First Victory. Together.I smiled.It felt like a promise.When I arrived at the dining hall, the rest of the team was already having breakfast.Coach Harrison stood near the entrance with his clipboard."No heavy meals," he reminded everyone."Hydrate.""Stretch.""And clear your minds."Kael sighed dramatically."I miss the days when breakfast was just breakfast."Liam laughed."You mean yesterday?"The team burst into laughter, easing the tension.Even Coach Harrison allowed himself a faint smile."Finish eating.""The buses leave in twenty minutes."---The tournament arena was even louder

Emilia's POVThe celebration following our quarterfinal victory was brief.Coach Harrison assembled us in the locker room before anyone had the opportunity to become complacent.He placed the updated tournament bracket on the table."Our next opponents have been confirmed."Everyone leaned forward.Coach indicated the screen.Willowbrook Academy vs Northvale AcademyKael let out a low whistle."Northvale?""They're the academy renowned for their speed."Liam nodded."I reviewed their match this morning.""They secured a straight-sets victory."Coach Harrison folded his arms."They do not rely on overpowering their opponents.""They outpace them.""They force you into difficult angles until mistakes become inevitable."His gaze settled on Wesley and me."You will need faster reactions than ever before.""We'll be ready," Wesley replied."I have no doubt you will be."---The remainder of the afternoon was dedicated to recovery.Ice baths.Stretching.Light training.The academy physiot

Emilia's POVThe roar of the crowd faded into the background.In that moment, only one sound remained.The steady rhythm of the tennis ball.Back.Forth.Back.Forth.Each exchange pushed us further beyond our limits.Aiden drove a powerful forehand toward the baseline.Wesley slid across the court and returned it with remarkable control.Mira intercepted the shot before it could bounce twice, sending a lightning-fast volley directly at me.I reacted instinctively.The impact travelled through my arm as I blocked the ball back over the net.The rally continued.Twenty shots.Thirty.Forty.Neither team yielded an inch.The spectators rose to their feet.No one dared blink.Coach Harrison stood silently at the edge of the court.His eyes never left the ball."Stay composed," he whispered."Trust each other."Aiden suddenly changed tactics.Instead of attacking with power, he lifted a high lob toward the back of the court."Wesley!""I've got it!"He sprinted backward and leapt into the

Emilia's POVThe stadium held its breath.Ryan's serve cut through the air with flawless precision."Wesley!"He stepped into the shot, returning it deep to Sophia's backhand.She responded immediately with a sharp cross-court drive.The championship final erupted into another breathtaking rally.Forehand.Backhand.Volley.Lob.Slice.Smash.The ball traveled across the net at astonishing speed.Every point demanded absolute concentration.Neither side yielded even the slightest opening.The crowd erupted after every exchange."This is unbelievable!""I've never seen doubles played like this!"Coach Harrison remained composed on the sideline."They're testing your patience," he murmured."Don't rush the finish."The score remained level.4–4.Each game had been earned through determination rather than dominance.Ryan looked across the net and smiled."You've exceeded every expectation."Wesley returned the smile."So have you."The next point began.Sophia served wide.I sprinted acr

Emilia's POVThe celebration continued late into the evening.Music echoed across the academy grounds as students from every participating school gathered beneath strings of glowing lights. Laughter replaced the fierce competition that had filled the courts only hours earlier.For one night, everything felt at ease.The championship trophy stood proudly on a table near the centre of the celebration, surrounded by flowers and ribbons in Willowbrook’s blue and silver colours.Every few minutes, another student requested a photograph beside it.Kael stood beside the trophy as though assigned to its protection.“No touching without permission,” he declared with exaggerated seriousness.Liam laughed.“You’ve said that at least twenty times.”“And I’ll say it twenty more.”Coach Harrison approached, folding his arms.“I wasn’t aware I appointed you head of trophy security.”Kael straightened immediately.“I take my responsibilities seriously, Coach.”Even Coach Harrison chuckled.“Just don’