Chapter 1

Mia POVI was on the floor at 2:17 a.m., my back against the bed frame, my old Adidas ball rolling slowly between my feet because I couldn't sleep. The room smelled like muscle cream and old laundry, and the AC in the window was rattling so loud it shook the glass.My phone lit up on the carpet next to me, bright white in the dark. I thought it was going to be spam.It wasn't.From: Elite Men's Academy - RecruitmentSubject: Application DecisionMs. Carter,Thank you for submitting your application video for our 2026 Striker Evaluation. Your technique is impressive for a female striker, however, after review we have decided not to advance your application. We do not recruit women for our Elite Men's program. You lack the physical aggression and durability required for our environment.We wish you luck elsewhere.J. Cole, Head ScoutI read it three times. Then a fourth. My hands went completely cold and numb.Impressive for a female striker.You lack aggression.I have thirty-eight goa

Última actualización : 2026-10-11

Chapter 2

Mia POVThe bus to LA smelled like old coffee and fast-food wrappers, and the AC was blasting so cold my knees were shaking under my duffel. I sat in the back row, my bag on my lap, hoodie pulled up, trying to make myself as small as possible. My chest hurt. The binder was so tight I could only take shallow breaths, and every time the bus hit a bump on the freeway, the side zipper dug into my ribs. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't make a sound.I never wore this binder more than an hour for running at home. Now I had to wear it all day. Maybe all week.The guy next to me was asleep with his mouth open, snoring a little. Freeway lights flashed across the window — white, then yellow, then white again. I kept checking my phone. 4:12 a.m. 4:33. 5:01. Time was moving so slowly it felt stuck.I went to the tiny bus bathroom twice just to practice my voice. The first time I looked into the dirty, cracked mirror and said, "I'm Mason Carter," and it came out high. Like a girl trying to do a

Última actualización : 2026-10-11

Chapter 3

Mia POVRoom Three smelled like Axe body spray, dirty socks, and protein powder that someone had spilled and never cleaned up.It was tiny for three people. Three metal beds crammed against the walls, one window that looked out at the stadium lights, a bathroom with no lock that had mold in the corner of the shower. Bed C was the bottom bunk by the door, mattress thin and dipped in the middle where a hundred other boys had slept before.Luis threw his duffel on the top bunk and immediately ripped open a protein bar."House rules, Texas," he said, talking with his mouth full. "One, Ethan snores like a lawnmower, so wear headphones. Two, I eat every two hours because I'm bulking to one-eighty, don't touch my fridge stash. Three, we shower at ten p.m. after last training, no exceptions, Coach checks water usage. If you skip, he thinks you're on drugs or hiding a tattoo infection."He said it like a joke, but he was watching me.Ethan hadn't said anything since we walked in. He sat on his

Última actualización : 2026-10-11

Todos los capítulos de Disguise As My Brother, The Captain’s Obsession : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3