Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas-Chapter 188: A play-fight with the Alpha successors

Andria’s POV

Kaelric’s face flashed through my mind, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable when I had stabbed myself. He wasn’t expecting I would do that, but he had quickly hid his surprise under an expressionless face.

The stupid thought of having the alpha successors take me all at once flashed through my mind, as I tried to brush it down, but it refused to go down. I remembered their words, and I felt a flush of embarrassment.

I groaned softly and flopped onto the bed. "Goddess, what’s wrong with me?"

I was so exhausted that I needed a little rest before stepping outside for the practice.

I had set my alarm for thirty minutes, but it felt like only five had passed when the shrill sound yanked me back to reality from my sleep.

Groggy but determined, I dragged myself into the shower, letting the cold water wake my muscles.

By the time I stepped out, I felt alive again and a bit strengthened to join the others in the field.

I dressed quickly, slipping into my sports uniform, a fitted white top and dark shorts. I tied my hair up in a bun, securing it with a band at the front hairline.

I looked in the mirror one last time, and my reflection looked perfect. I grabbed my water bottle and left.

The field was alive with noise when I arrived, groups scattered across the grass, laughter, shouts, the dull thud of balls bouncing off the floor. I was sure the basketball court was also filled up by now.

The sun was setting beautifully, casting a beautiful color on the horizon.

I couldn’t help but recall how different my life was one year ago compared to my life now. One year ago, I had been sleeping in a cold, cracked room in the Falcon’s house. A room that they have refused to renovate while renovating the other rooms.

Still, the old furniture and rusty items were removed during the renovation of their rooms, and Lena’s room was renovated every two years.

I couldn’t help but recall how insignificant and imprisoned I felt with the Falcons; it was a huge contrast to what was happening in my life at that moment in Ashwood.

I am here, leading, living and breathing freely.

It was strange how much could change in so little time when you just decide to make things change.

I was halfway to my team’s side when two familiar figures stepped into my path. It’s been a while since these two crossed paths with me; I guess they are in one of their silly moods again.

Tricia and Alexa, perfect.

"Aria," Tricia began, crossing her arms, her tone sharp. "We were just talking about you."

I sighed. "Like always, I wonder when that will ever end."

Alexa smirked. "Seems like you’ve forgotten who your friends are. Liara stood by you when everyone turned against you, and now you throw her to the wolves?"

The irony almost made me laugh. "That’s a poor choice of words."

"Don’t play smart," Tricia snapped. "We all knew you sided with Allison today. Suddenly, you’re all about justice? What about loyalty?"

My patience thinned, and I exploded. "And you two are the ones to lecture me about loyalty, right? Allison was your friend, or was she just a rebound for the little trip group? You abandoned her when she needed you two the most.

And when you speak about Liara, you know nothing. I can’t sit and watch my friend display madness, putting my position in jeopardy, all in the name of loyalty. If she were loyal to me, she wouldn’t have gone off creating havoc, knowing I have zero tolerance for bullying.

Therefore, know it in those chicken brains of yours that I will always stand for what’s right, friend or no friend."

Alexa stepped closer, her tone mocking. "Or maybe you just have a thing for unmated she-wolves. You turned on Liara the moment you found out Allison was Aven’s sister. Convenient."

My blood flared hot. "You don’t know anything about what’s going on between us. What I did today wasn’t about sides; it was about right and wrong. And if I have to remind you, I’m the student council president, not a gossip columnist."

Their expressions faltered slightly.

I took a step forward, lowering my voice. "If you care about Liara, tell her to clean up her mess instead of letting you two do her dirty work, which I know she didn’t ask for. Now, would you two excuse me?"

And with that, I pushed between them, leaving them to choke on their own silence.

When I reached my group, Micheala was tossing a baseball into the air and catching it again, her ponytail swinging.

"You’re late," she said without looking at me.

I flashed a grin. "You already know why."

She rolled her eyes. "You always have an excuse."

"You know that’s not true. I give excuses when they are very tangible," I countered playfully, smacking her right arm lightly.

Before I could reply, a ball came flying my direction, and before I could dodge it, it hit me. Well, my reflexes failed this time, and I guess it’s because I didn’t care to be alert.

"Ow!" I yelped, rubbing my temple.

Damon grinned from across the field, tossing another ball in his hand. "Heads up, sweetheart."

"Oh, you are so dead," I said, snatching the ball and hurling it back at him.

He ducked, dodging the throw, and it was sent flying straight towards Aven’s direction, hitting him square on the shoulder.

"Seriously?" Aven groaned, glaring at Damon. "Do I look like your shield?"

Damon laughed. "I guess you happened to be in the position"

I chuckled under my breath.

Aven took the ball intending to throw it to Damon, but it hit Tristan instead.

Before long, we were flinging balls at each other, our laughter echoing in the field once it landed on one of us.

For the first time in days, the heaviness in my chest lightened. Michaela watched from the sidelines, shaking her head sideways as if she wasn’t interested at first.

But soon enough, she indicated her interest. "You four don’t get to have all the fun."

We flung balls at each other for another twenty minutes, then Michaela suddenly stopped, her hands on her knees, with the ball under her armpit.

"Aria! You still owe me those cheer steps, remember," she said, breaking through the laughter and play-fight.

The play-fight stilled instantly. I turned toward her, half-laughing, half-breathless.

"Yeah, that’s true, and that’s what we are here for, right?" I playfully asked a rhetorical question.

"Yes, Ari," she said, in a mocking tone, as if she were mimicking my voice, "You have delayed enough."

I groaned dramatically, tossing my head back, and then smirking at her. "Fine. But if I collapse, it’s on you."