Marked by the Alpha Team (Luna Merrick) novel Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

Luna’s POV

I was panicking.

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There was honestly no nicer way to describe what was happening to me anymore. The moment practice ended. I had practically rushed into the locker room before anyone could stop me, and now I was sitting alone on one of the benches with my elbows resting on my knees and my hands buried in my hair. Around me, the sounds of the other girls getting changed, chatting, laughing, and moving around the locker room blended into a distant background noise that I could barely focus on.

My thoughts were simply too loud. Every time I tried to calm myself down, my mind immediately returned to the same terrifying problem, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like crying.

The intercollegiate meet was only a few days away. A few days. That was all I had left before one of the biggest races of my life. Instead of feeling excited or confident, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing underneath me. One mistake was all it would take, one tiny mistake, one moment of losing control, and one second of running faster than I should. That was all it would take to ruin everything I had worked for.

I let out a slow breath and stared at the floor between my feet. Ever since finding out I was a werewolf, my life had become one giant disaster after another. At first, I thought the hardest part would be accepting that werewolves actually existed. The I thought the hardest part would be accepting that I was one of them. After that, I thought the hardest part would be dealing with the fact that I somehow had five mates.

Then there was my mysterious father, the pack nonsense, the wolf living inside my head, and all the other things that seemed determined to make my life more complicated. Looking back now, I wished those had remained my biggest problems because compared to what I was dealing with now, all of that suddenly felt manageable.

Right now, I wasn’t worried about mates or packs or wolves. I was worried about my future. I was worried about losing everything I had worked so hard to build.

The problem had started yesterday. At first, I had convinced myself that I was imagining things, but after what happened today, I knew that wasn’t true anymore. Yesterday morning, I had arrived at the track earlier than everyone else it wash! unusual for me. I liked training alone before practice officially started. Running wasn’t just something I did, it was something I loved. Every second mattered, every improvement mattered, and every tiny gain brought me one step closer to the lungs I wanted.

I had been running like normal when suddenly something happened. One second I was moving at my usual pace and the next second it felt like my legs no longer belonged to me. They moved faster, much faster. So fast that the sack waive the became a blur. The wind slammed into my face, and my heart nearly jumped into my throat bo

felt like I had become a race car

I had panicked immediately and spent several seconds trying to slow myself down before eventually tering diy boot back to a normal pace At the time, I had convinced myself it was a fluke Maybe adrenaline may be excitations of says I was just tired I had desperately wanted an explanation that didn’t involve supernatural nonsenss

Unfortunately today destroyed that hope completely During practice Coach Ramne had us doing sprime drills welcom girl who had been selected for the icet Everything had started normally. We were insed age mswer and Cak seni Coach blew his whistle and we took off For the host few seconds everything beli Dose the deadly wak

That horrible sensation

It started in my legs and spread through my entire body suddenly my postle’s fell fighter stronger and laster the world around me seemed to slow down coubt pratically head my body irving to surge forward at a speed that the histom showd have been capable of reaching Pant bit **** hard that falen soppe of box thing I let myself ran

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#Coach would you and the other athletes would see it. There would be questions I couldn’t answer, there would be suspicions i couldn’t explain.

So instead of risking it, I did the only thing I could think of in that moment. I threw myself to the ground.

The memory still made me wince. The fall had hurt, and my knee and shin had scraped painfully across the track. The cut wasn’t serious, but it looked ugly enough to convince everyone that I had genuinely fallen by accident. The girls had rushed over immediately, and Coach had asked if I was alright.

I had exaggerated my pain just enough to make everyone stop asking questions, and thankfully, nobody seemed suspicious. They all accepted my explanation and moved on. Unfortunately, while everyone else moved on. I couldn’t. The problem was still there, my speed was still there, and now I knew that it wasn’t going away.

I looked down at the nasty scrape on my leg and felt my chest tighten again. What was I supposed to do when the meet arrived? What if my speed acted up in the middle of a race? What if I suddenly ran twice as fast as everyone else? What if I accidentally broke some world record and ended up on television? The thought would have been funny and exciting if it weren’t so terrifying.

As much as I wanted to become a famous athlete, running like a beast would do me no good. People would notice, they would ask questions, and they would investigate me. The scholarship committee would investigate, the university would investigate, and everything would fall apart. I had worked too hard to get here.

Running wasn’t just a hobby for me, it wasn’t just a sport. It was my future, it was the reason I was at Blackridge, and it was the reason I believed that one day my mother and I could have a better life. Losing my scholarship wasn’t an option, and getting branded as a freak would ruin my life.

A sudden tap on my shoulder startled me so badly that I nearly jumped off the bench. My head snapped up immediately. and for a brief moment, my heart was racing so fast that I thought someone had somehow discovered my secret.

Instead, I found myself staring at a girl, a very tall girl. She was probably close to six feet tall, maybe a little taller, and standing in front of me made the height difference impossible to ignore. Her hair was jet black and perfectly straight, falling down her back in a way that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial.

Her face was ridiculously beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made people stare, the kind of beautiful that belonged on magazine covers. Honestly, she looked more like a model than an athlete, and for a second I found myself wondering why someone who looked like that would choose to spend her time running laps around a track instead of posing for photographs somewhere.

I recognized her immediately. She was one of the older runners on the team and one of the best athletes Blackridga had. We had technically been teammates for a while now, but we had never actually spoken, which made her standing us front of me even stranger. Trying not to let my panic show, I straightened up slightly and forced a polite smile on my Sace

“Can I help you? I asked.

The girl didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at me with a strange expression before her eyes dowly inoved downward to the scrape on my leg. Something about the way she looked at it mimediately made me uncomfortable She wasn’t looking concerned or curious Instead, she looked annoyed, like very annoyed

After a few seconds, she glanced around the locker room carefully, almost like she was making sure nobody was pay th attention to us. Most of the girls had already left, and the few remaining athletes were too busy with their owIL COMVETSALION to care about ours. Only after she seemed satisfied that nobody was listening did she finally look back at me

“What exactly were you thinking out there?” she asked

I frowned immediately “What do you mean?”

The girl looked at me for several seconds before letting out an irritated sigh “The run” she said

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atared at her bigskly

She crossed her arms. How do you not know how to control your strength at your age?”

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The moment those words left her mouth, my stomach dropped. Every muscle in my body immediately went tense. For a second. I genuinely wondered if I had heard her correctly. Strength? Control? My brain immediately started working overtime, trying to figure out what she meant, and the answer came much faster than I wanted it to.

She knew, or at least she was giving off the impression that she knew.

The girl continued staring at me. “What would you have done if you exposed yourself?” she asked. “Did you even think

about that?”

My heart started pounding. The way she spoke made it impossible to misunderstand her meaning now. She wasn’t just alking about the way I had run, she was talking about being a werewolf, and more importantly, she was talking like she was

>ne too.

forced myself to stay calm. Maybe this was a trap, and maybe she wasn’t actually a werewolf. Maybe she was trying to bait ne into admitting something.

couldn’t afford to be careless. So I forced a confused look on my face and said, “I’m sorry, but I honestly have no idea what ‘ou’re talking about.”

The girl stared at me for several long seconds before scoffing loudly. Clearly, she wasn’t impressed by my performance. She ook a step closer, and because of how tall she was compared to me, I couldn’t help but feel slightly smaller. Even so, I efused to look intimidated. I lifted my chin and held her gaze.

I don’t know who you’re trying to fool,” she said quietly. “But it definitely isn’t me.”

chill ran down my spine.

The girl folded her arms across her chest again and shook her head. “Listen carefully,” she continued. “I don’t care who you re. I don’t care where you came from. I don’t care what your story is, but what happened out there today cannot happen gain.”

stayed silent, and her eyes narrowed slightly. “If you had exposed yourself, you wouldn’t just be creating problems for ourself. You’d be creating problems for all of us.”

The words hung heavily between us, and my pulse hammered in my ears. Part of me wanted to keep pretending. Part of me vanted to deny everything until the end of time. Unfortunately, it was becoming harder and harder to believe that she lidn’t already know and wasn’t one herself.

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