All Chapters of Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

JEREMIAH "You need to sit down," Athena said.Leaning against the kitchen island, she watched my restless movements with sharp hazel eyes. She wore my oversized gray hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, her bare legs swinging lightly against the marble cabinets."I can't sit," I muttered, running a hand through my messy hair. "My dad is escalating. He thinks he can just write a check and make you disappear. He's actually tweaking if he thinks I’ll just roll over and take it.""Jordan, we knew Arthur was going to push back." Athena picked up a glass of water, taking a slow sip. "It’s giving classic supervillain energy at this point. We expected this.""Expecting it doesn't make it easier to swallow!" Stopping in front of her, I planted my hands on the marble counter on either side of her hips. I leaned in, dropping my voice. "He threatened you today. He looked you in the eyes and told you that you were a lower-class distraction.""And I tore his check in half and dropped it on

JEREMIAHShoving the SUV into park before the heavy frame even stopped rolling, I ripped the door open. The morning heat hit my face, a dry wall of air, but my blood ran ice cold.Sprinting up the marble steps, I didn't bother knocking. The heavy oak front doors yielded to my shoulder, banging loudly against the interior walls."Mom!" My voice cracked, echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the grand foyer.No shattered glass. No shouting. The mansion sat in eerie, flawless silence. Dust motes drifted lazily through the beams of sunlight piercing the high windows.Heading toward the west wing, my boots slammed against the imported Italian tiles. I checked the parlor. Empty. The dining room. Empty. Panic tightened my chest, squeezing the oxygen out of my lungs. I pulled my phone out, tapping her contact name again.Voicemail.Rounding the corner to the conservatory, the glass double doors stood wide open. Sunlight poured through the glass dome, illuminating lush green ferns and blooming o

ATHENAFrost crunched under the rubber blade of my skate as I pushed off the blue line, my focus locked on the defensive pairing struggling to maintain a tight gap.Morning sunlight poured through the high wire-glass windows of the arena, cutting bright, rectangular slashes across the ice. My only goal today was drilling the penalty kill until the boys stopped panicking under pressure. Whistling sharply, I blew into the silver metal, cutting the drill short."Miller, you're floating!" I shouted, gliding toward the boards. "If you sag into the slot like that during a five-on-four, the other team is going to pick the top corner every single time. Tighten up!"Miller wiped sweat from his visor, offering an apologetic nod. "My bad, Coach. Got caught watching the puck.""Stop watching the puck and watch your zone," I commanded, tapping my stick against the plexiglass. "From the top. Go."Skating backward to track the reset, my mind drifted despite the intense environment. Jeremiah hadn't a

SIX YEARS AGOSarah Miller gripped the edges of the porcelain sink, staring at her own reflection. Thick, wire-rimmed glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. Her oversized gray sweater swallowed her figure, failing to hide the extra weight she carried around her waist. Sweat gathered at her hairline, dampening her frizzy brown curls."Just walk up," Sarah whispered to her reflection. "Just hand it to him. Say happy birthday. Walk away."Her hands trembled. Resting on the wet counter next to the soap dispenser sat a black, hardbound sketchbook. It contained fifty hours of meticulous charcoal shading. A portrait of Aiden in his hockey gear, smiling that effortless, golden-boy smile. He talked to her once in biology class. He asked to borrow a pencil, and he actually looked her in the eyes when he said thank you.Taking a ragged breath, Sarah shoved her glasses up her nose. She snatched the sketchbook off the counter, clutching it tight against her chest like a shield.Pushing the heav

AUTHOR’S POV"Jeremiah… fuck!"His name tore out of her, raw and broken, as he drove his cock into her from behind. The dorm-room desk bit into Athena's hipbones with every thrust. She didn't care. Couldn't care. Her fingers scrabbled against the scattered textbooks, knocking a highlighter to the floor, and Jeremiah's grip on her waist tightened."Say it again.""Jeremiah."He pulled her hips back harder. Deeper. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small room, obscene and wet. Athena's head dropped forward, dark hair spilling across her Econ 201 notes, and she felt him lean over her… chest to spine, his breath hot against her ear."That's right."He didn't slow. Didn't give her time to catch the breath he kept stealing from her lungs. One hand left her hip and fisted in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her throat, and she made a sound she'd never heard herself make before."Too much?" he asked, but his voice was a taunt."No.""Good."He straightened, both hand