Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha
They have been winning three years in a row, today is the day we finally claim that victory.
I woke up feeling indifferent about the match, there had been a text waiting for me from Anna, all it said was ‘Good luck, you got this, soldier.’ With a bunch of emojis, it was just a text but it was enough to fuel the excitement within me. I had shoved the half burnt toast hurriedly into my mouth, before running to the locker room.
The locker room is a furnace of nerves from the guys. They are hyping each other, growling, snapping towels, pounding fists, Henry mentions something about the cheerleaders being ‘smokin’ hot’, which earns him a round of laughter.
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