Marked by the Alpha Team (Luna Merrick) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Luna’s POV

After my conversation with Theo, where he had basically admitted that he both liked we and wanted to beat his friends in whatever strange competition they seemed to have going on in their heads, I genuinely did ret know what to think anymore I had scoffed at him, rolled my eyes his ridiculous confidence, and eventually walked away, but the truth was that I had not left because I was angry

If anything. I had left because I was confused. Theo had such a way of saying absurd things that it became difficult to tell when he was joking and when he was completely serious. The more I thought about his words, the more they stayed in my head. Did the others think the same way? Did they all secretly expect me to choose one of them eventually? Was there some invisible finish line that I didn’t know about where one of them would somehow emerge victorious while the others accepted defeat?

The entire thing sounded ridiculous, but then again, my life had become ridfeulous the moment found out I was a werewolf and somehow had five mates. Unfortunately, Jace had already made it clear that rejecting all of them was not exactly an option. Apparently rejecting five mates could kill me, which remained one of the most ridiculous things I had ever heard in my entire life. No matter how many times I thought about it, there was no universe where I would willingly die for the sake of a man, not one man, not five men, not fifty men. If anyone expected me to sacrifice my life to avoid making a choice, they clearly did not know me at all.

Letting out what felt like my hundredth sigh in the last thirty minutes, I finally forced myself to stop thinking about them. Every single time I thought I had managed to escape the drama surrounding my mates, another problem would appear and drag me right back into it. At this point, I had far more important things to worry about, and compared to all of that, iguring out which of five impossible men liked me more felt like a problem for another lifetime.

I reminded myself firmly that my focus needed to remain on the upcoming meet. If I failed there, everything else would become irrelevant. Losing my scholarship would destroy years of hard work, and I refused to let that happen without a fight That was why I had come here today. I was here because I needed help, and the only person who seemed remotely capable of helping me right now was that terrifyingly tall senior who had nearly chewed my head off yesterday.

By the time I reached the field, practice had already started/Some of the girls were stretching near the sidelines while others were chatting amongst themselves in small groups. A few athletes were already jogging around the track, warming up before he coach arrived. My eyes immediately started searching the area for the person I had come to find. Unfortunately, after several minutes of scanning faces, I could not find her anywhere.

The two girls who had placed second and third behind me during the team selection race were already running laps, and a handful of reserve athletes stood near the benches talking amongst themselves, but there was absolutely no sign of the six- foot-tall model-looking senior who had threatened me yesterday. At first, I considered heading directly to the locker room o see if she was there. Maybe she was changing or maybe she simply had not arrived yet, but then I realized that even if I wanted to find her, I still did not know her name. It would probably be easier to ask someone first so I at least knew who I was looking for rather than wander around looking like a lost child.

The thought alone made me uncomfortable. I was not exactly known for being social. Most of my teammates tolerated my existence at best and ignored me at worst. Still, I needed information, so I forced myself to walk toward a pair of girls standing near one of the lanes. They were talking quietly amongst themselves when they noticed me approaching, and for a brief moment, I actually felt hopeful. Maybe they would simply answer my question and move on, and hopefully this interaction would take less than thirty seconds.

Unfortunately, the moment they realized I was heading toward them, both girls exchanged a look. Then one of them roiled her eyes while the other scoffed loudly enough for me to hear. Without either of them saying a single word, they turned around and walked away together toward another section of the track. It was such an obvious rejection that I actually stopped walking for a second. I had not even opened my mouth yet. I had not said hello or given them any hint of what! was coming to say. I had literally just been walking toward them, and somehow that alone had been enough to make them flee.

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For several second simply stood there staring after them. Then I slowly looked away before I said something that would probably get me suspended. I honestly could not understand people sometimes. We were on the same team, we tramed together, and we represented the same school. I wasn’t asking them to donate a kidney, I wasn’t asking them for money, and I wasn’t even asking them to be my friend. I had simply wanted to ask for someone’s name.

The entire situation irritated me far more than I wanted to admit. I didn’t expect everyone to like me, but basic courtesy should not have been that difficult. As much as I hated to admit it, I found myself wondering if this was still because of my scholarship status. Many of the athletes here came from wealthy families. Some of them probably spent more money on a single outfit than my mother earned in months. Maybe they still viewed me as some poor outsider who didn’t belong here. and if that was the case, then fine. I could understand rish people being snobs.

It was unfortunate, but it was something I understood.

What I couldn’t understand was if this behavior was because of the football team rumors. If these girls genuinely hated me because they thought I was involved with members of the football team, then that was honestly even more pathetic. Imagine disliking someone because of a man. Imagine letting boys determine how you treated other women. The thought alone made me want to roll my eyes.

let out another frustrated sigh and crossed my arms as I looked around the field again. My enthusiasm for asking anyone else questions had disappeared almost instantly. The last thing I needed right now was another group of girls acting like I carried some kind of contagious disease. For a moment, I considered simply checking the locker room instead, at least then

wouldn’t have to deal with anyone. I was just about to turn around when I suddenly felt a tap against my shoulder. The inexpected contact startled me slightly, and I immediately turned around. Standing behind me was another member of the

eam.

Katie, of all people.

My surprise must have shown clearly on my face because Katie shifted awkwardly under my stare. We weren’t enemies

xactly, but we certainly weren’t friends either, and since we started to seriously practice for the meet, she had not gone out of her way to talk to me again, and I definitely did not expect her to start now.

Can we talk?” she asked.

For a moment, I honestly thought I had misheard her.

she wasn’t looking at me with her usual distant expression. Instead, she looked strangely nervous, which only made me nore confused. Whatever I had expected when I came to practice today, it definitely wasn’t Katie approaching me and sking for a private conversation.

blinked once before asking, “About what?”

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