Lillian laid sprawled on the lush green grass, her long blonde hair fanned out like a halo around her head. The warm sun kissed her face, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze created a soothing soundtrack to her thoughts. But despite the serene setting, her mind was anything but calm. It had been three long months since her team had faced off against Crestwood, and each passing day felt like an eternity.

  She had fought hard in many matches since then, battling against teams that challenged her skills and pushed her limits, yet nothing compared to the anticipation of facing Kael again. The tall, imposing Alpha had left an indelible mark on her - his confident demeanour, the intensity of his gaze, and that teasing smirk that both infuriated and excited her. The memory of their last encounter lingered like a sweet ache, a mix of rivalry and something deeper that tugged at her heart.

  Just as she was to be lost in her thoughts again, her phone buzzed insistently beside her, waking her from the daydream. Lillian reached for it, her heart fluttering with hope. She opened the group chat for her team, her eyes scanning the messages. And there it was - an announcement that sent a rush of excitement through her: “Game set up with Crestwood in three days! Let’s kick their arses a 3rd time!”

  A grin spread across her face, and she felt a surge of determination. The chance to face Kael again was finally here, and she couldn’t wait to play against him again. Over the next few days, Lillian poured herself into training, pushing her limits as she imagined the game ahead. With every sprint and throw, she could almost hear Kael’s voice teasing her, challenging her, taunting her.

  On game day, her nerves were on fire. Lillian arrived at the field with the rest of her team, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the scene. Her teammates were warming up, laughter and shouts filling the air as the sun shone brightly overhead. But her gaze was drawn to the opposing team, and there he was - Kael stood among his Crestwood teammates, tall and confident, a wide grin lighting up his face as he bantered with them.

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  The sight of him sent a rush of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Gathering her courage, Lillian started toward the centre of the field, her heart echoing louder with each step. The world around her faded as she locked eyes with Kael, and in that moment, everything else seemed to disappear. It was like a magnet was pulling them, it made her heart skip a beat.

  As she reached the halfway point on the field with Kael, Lillian felt a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. “Guess who’s back to call the shots today?” she said, crossing her arms playfully, a confident smile on her lips.

  Kael chuckled, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief as he stepped closer. “Guess who has a plan to throw you off your game this time?” he replied, the teasing tone in his voice sending a thrill through her. “You might want to be careful.” He warned in a sing-song tone.

  “Oh, please,” Lillian shot back, trying to maintain her composure despite the way her smile hurt her cheeks. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that. If I win, you take me out. And I intend to win.”

  “Is that so?” Kael smirked, clearly enjoying their banter. “Let’s see if you can keep your focus amidst the chaos, then. I wouldn’t underestimate me.”

  With each word exchanged, the tension between them thickened deliciously, crackling in the air. Lillian could feel her pulse thrum against her collar, the thrill of competition mixing with the undeniable chemistry that had been brewing since their first encounter. The excitement of facing him again was intoxicating, and she was determined to show him up again – and get that date.

  As they both headed back to their respective sides, the teams finished warming up and preparing for the game. Lillian glanced over at Kael, who was standing off to the side with a towel draped around his neck. She assumed he was simply wiping away sweat, just like any other player would before the match. But as he casually rubbed the towel along his neck and forearms, Lillian felt a strange sense of anticipation.

  Little did she know, Kael was deliberately removing the blocking gel he typically wore - a strategic move designed to unleash his full, natural scent onto the field, drawing her attention and distracting her from the game. When she became engulfed by his unfiltered pheromones, she wouldn’t stand a chance. None of the Alphas will be affected, even if they can smell it.

  When the whistle blew to signal the start of the match, Lillian took her position, her heart pounding with excitement. But as the game began and Kael moved into action, she caught a whiff of his scent and was instantly overwhelmed. His natural musk filled the air, rich and intoxicating, pulling her in like a siren’s call. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, and it sent every sense spiraling.

  With each breath, Lillian felt as though the air around her was thickening, making it hard to think clearly. Hard to breathe. The moment Kael sprinted past her, she felt her legs weaken, the strength in them melting away like ice under the sun. The sheer intensity of his presence was staggering, almost debilitating. She struggled to remain focused as the smell of him enveloped her, making it difficult to concentrate on the game.

  “Stay focused, Lillian!” she mentally urged herself, fighting to push through the haze. But with every inhale, she was drawn deeper into the intoxicating scent that wrapped around her like a silk blanket. It was maddening.

  As the game progressed, Kael played aggressively, darting around the field with a confidence that was infuriating. He didn’t even have to block her because he already had her in her own little world. Every time he got close, the scent of him would wash over her, pulling her attention away from the match and onto him. It was as if he were a force of nature, and she was powerless against it.

  “C’mon, Lillian, pull it together!” she chided herself, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. But it was no use; Kael was everywhere all at once, and the overwhelming need to focus on the game was becoming increasingly difficult.

  With each play, she sensed him closing in, his moves calculated and precise. The adrenaline that usually fueled her was now mixed with a desperate desire, making her heart race for all the wrong reasons. She could feel the tension building out of control.

  “Focus on the game, not him,” she whispered under her breath, but as Kael’s eyes met hers across the field, she felt her resolve break again. The thrill of competition was now tangled up with the chemistry they shared, and Lillian found herself caught in a hurricane of emotion - frustration, excitement, and a need she couldn’t quite define. Didn’t want to define.

  As the game wore on, Lillian felt the effects of Kael’s pheromones intensifying, wrapping around her like a thick, intoxicating fog. The combination of confusion and desire made it hard to concentrate, and the warmth that spread through her body became increasingly distracting. She could feel a heat pooling in her core, and it made her acutely aware of how her shorts clung to her skin, dampening with each passing moment.

  With every sprint and movement, the scent of Kael curled in her stomach, igniting a feeling that she had never fully experienced before. Why was she reacting to him this way all the sudden? The way his musk filled the air was overwhelming, pulling at her instincts and causing her to leak slick against the fabric. It was terrifying, and Lillian struggled to reconcile the feelings swirling inside her.

  “Focus, Lillian!” she mentally scolded herself, but the words felt futile against the tidal wave of sensations crashing over her. Every time she caught a glimpse of Kael, the heat in her core flared, and she found it increasingly difficult to compartmentalize her thoughts. The mix of frustration from missing plays and the arousal that his scent instigated left her feeling utterly conflicted.

  The dampness in her shorts only added to her embarrassment, and she could feel the fabric clinging uncomfortably, serving as a constant reminder of how much she was losing control. It was infuriating - she had trained for everything, but how could she have prepared for this? The line between competition and desire was blurring, and each time she inhaled deeply, it pulled her further into a haze of confusion. The worst part was, she wanted to fall into it.

  As her team fought hard to maintain their lead, Lillian felt like she was dragging them down. The tension on the field continued to rise, and every time the disc came near her, she panicked, fumbling the catch and sending it spiraling away. The sound of her teammates’ frustrated shouts echoed in her ears, but all she could focus on was the way Kael moved through the game, his presence commanding and magnetic. Cocky.

  “Why can’t I just shake this off?” she thought desperately, her heart racing as she tried to push through the fog. Kael seemed to be everywhere, his scent enveloping her, and the electric pull of his energy was nearly impossible to resist. Each time she tried to get her bearings, the warmth pooling in her stomach would rise, drawing her attention away from the game and back onto him.

  Just when she thought she might be able to regain her focus, Kael darted past her, his strong form gliding effortlessly across the field. The movement sent another wave of heat through her, and she felt the slickness between her thighs increase, adding to her already heightened embarrassment. It was as if the game had transformed into an intricate dance, and she was lost in the rhythm of it, completely unable to find her footing.

  Lillian took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to regain control. She couldn’t let Kael’s strategy unravel everything she had worked for. She had to dig deep, push past the haze of confusion and desire, and reclaim her strength on the field. But as she prepared to engage once more, the realization settled in - this was more than just a game; it was a test of her resolve, her focus, and her very identity. She would never be a top player if she let a little scent get in her head.

  As the game intensified, Reid shouted across the field, his voice booming with authority. “Alright, Crestwood! Turn up the heat!” The command sent a ripple through the Crestwood players, their energy snapping into aggression. Lillian’s heart sank as she realized what this meant: they had been using Kael’s presence to throw her off her game, and now they were ready to unleash their full force on her team.

  Panic surged through her as she sensed the pressure mounting. With every aggressive move from Crestwood, Lillian felt her focus slipping further away. They were honing in on her, their tactics shifting to capitalize on her distraction. She could see it in their eyes - the determination to exploit her weaknesses, to push her off her game when she was already hanging by a thread.

  She attempted to pull herself together. Encourage herself, but the words felt meaningless. The overwhelming scent of Kael enveloped her, thick and intoxicating, squeezing around her chest. Each breath was heavy with his presence, and she struggled to think straight. The pheromones pulled at her instincts, igniting a confusing blend of desire and distraction that left her feeling utterly powerless. She had barely moved from the spot the game started in, she stood still, frozen. It took everything in her just to move a few steps.

  Every time she found herself wide open, ready for a pass, her teammates hesitated. They were caught up in the Crestwood onslaught, trying to fend off the aggressive players who were now targeting them with a newfound intensity. Lillian could see the frustration in their expressions as they struggled to get the disc out. It felt like an avalanche of pressure, and she was buried beneath it.

  “Lillian, over here!” Jasper shouted, but when the disc sailed toward her, she couldn’t react. Kael surged past her, his scent crashing against her, and she misjudged the catch, letting the disc slip through her fingers. The sound of it hitting the ground felt like a personal failure, and the mounting frustration from her teammates only added to her sense of helplessness.

  She was aware of the scoreboard tilting in Crestwood’s favor, and quickly. This game practically just begun and it felt completely over. Lillian felt exposed, the weight of expectation bearing down on her. It was as if the more she tried to focus, the more the game slipped through her fingers. Crestwood was relentless, their aggression turning into a well-coordinated assault, and she felt entirely outmatched.

  Kael moved like a savior through the chaos, his presence useful to his team and disarming to her. She could see him glancing her way, a mix of pride and mischief in his eyes, and it sent a jolt of frustration through her. How could he take pleasure in this? It felt like a betrayal, the way he had turned their chemistry into a weapon against her.

  With every failed attempt to catch or throw the disc, her internal conflictions deepened. She had trained for everything, but this was beyond anything she had anticipated. The scent of Kael swirled around her, thickening the air and making it hard to think. She felt lost in a storm of confusion and desire, her thoughts spiraling faster as each moment shattered.

  “Get it out of your head!” she screamed internally, but the more she fought against it, the stronger the scent became. Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the overwhelming sensations that flooded her mind. She could feel the dampness in her shorts, another fucking reminder of how deeply affected she was by him. It was infuriating. He was infuriating.

  Crestwood continued to press their advantage, the relentless pressure from their aggressive tactics left her team powerless, and every time they scored, it felt like another blow to the head. The sound of her teammates’ frustrated shouts echoed in her ears, but all she could focus on was the way Kael owned the field, owned her, his confidence radiating while she faltered.

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  “Why can’t I just focus?” she thought, panic rising in her chest. She was capable of so much more than this, but the combination of Kael’s scent and the Crestwood players swarming around her rendered her almost paralyzed. The game was sprinting away from her, and she felt trapped in the maelstrom.

  Lillian could sense the tide turning within her, she was quickly realising just how overwhelmed she truly was. The stakes were higher than ever, and the pressure to perform felt suffocating. With every passing moment, she felt the walls closing in, and her thoughts spiralled faster into the chaos, leaving her feeling more lost than ever before.

  As the tension mounted and the scoreboard increased for Crestwood, Lillian felt a wave of panic finally crash over her, hitting like a tidal wave against her fragile composure. Her heart raced, thumping loudly in her chest as if it wanted to escape, while shallow breaths filled her lungs with Kael’s intoxicating scent, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. “No, no, no,” she thought frantically, the world narrowing into a blur. The aggressive movements of Crestwood and the shouts of her teammates collided in her mind, creating chaos that felt impossible to escape. She wanted to escape. Had her feet not felt glued to the turf, she was ready to run as far away from here as she could.

  Each breath pulled her deeper into confusion, the weight of anxiety pressing down on her like a heavy stone. Her palms felt clammy, fingers trembling as heat pooled in her core, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Lillian was drowning in a sea of uncertainty; her thoughts spiraled faster, racing through her mind like a whirlwind and she couldn’t make them stop.

  “What is wrong with you, Lillian?!” she screamed internally, but the words were lost in the storm. Kael’s scent clouded her judgment, amplifying her sense of helplessness. “Why can’t I just get it together?” Desperation clawed at her chest, the realization that she was letting her teammates down continued to gnaw at her.

  “Lillian!” Jasper’s voice broke through the fog, cutting through the panic like a lifeline. “We need you! Just breathe!”

  But it felt impossible. The scent of Kael intensified, and with it came a wave of heat that washed over her. She could barely register the game around her, the movements of her teammates blurring into a haze of colors and sounds. Her heart raced faster, and she felt the walls closing in, the world around her shrinking until it felt claustrophobic.

  “Breathe, breathe,” she tried to remind herself, but it was like trying to grasp smoke with her fingers. The panic clawed at her throat, making it hard to swallow, hard to think. She could feel the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, the overwhelming frustration threatening to spill over.

  “Lillian! You’re stronger than this!” someone shouted from the sidelines, and the words echoed in her mind. They believed in her, but how could she believe in herself when she felt so utterly lost? The pressure to perform, to succeed, felt insurmountable, and each second that passed only deepened her sense of dread. The only reason their tactic was able to work was because she let Kael get to her. She started this. She let this happen.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, a flicker of clarity pierced through the haze. She remembered the purpose behind her determination - the countless hours of practice, the sweat and tears she had poured into becoming the player she was. She had fought hard for this moment, and she refused to let Kael’s scent or Crestwood's aggression take that away from her.

  “Lillian!” Jasper’s voice called again, finally being heard through her panic. “You can do this! We have you! We need you!”

  That voice - her teammates’ encouragement – finally began to cut through the panic like a beacon of hope. It reminded her of who she was and what she was capable of. With a deep, shaky breath, she focused on their support, allowing it to anchor her in the storm. The scent of Kael still hung in the air, but it began to feel less like a chokehold and more like a challenge.

  As her heartbeat steadied, she felt the panic begin to recede, replaced by determination. She was not just a distraction; she belonged on that field. Suddenly, she heard Kael’s voice, low and almost apologetic, as he whispered, “You’ve got this, Lillian. Don’t let us get to you.”

  His unexpected encouragement confused her, but it also sparked something within her. He might be her opponent, but his words were exactly what she needed. With each ounce of strength she could muster, she pushed past the chaos, ready to reclaim her place in the game and prove to Crestwood that they could rise above the mockery they had made of Fector.

  Lillian surged forward, intercepting a pass intended for Crestwood, catching Kael off guard with her sudden appearance. The scent that once overwhelmed her was beginning to lose its hold on her. With her teammates finally rallying together, she pivoted and launched the disc to Jasper, fueling their momentum.

  Suddenly, Lillian found herself one-on-one with Kael again. The tension hung between them, but this time she was ready. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she feigned left and darted right, leaving him momentarily stunned. She sprinted down the field with the disc securely in Jasper’s hand, and as he threw it to her for a point, the cheers of her teammates rang in her ears, drowning out the doubts that had threatened to consume her. All it took was her landing, and the next point was theirs.

  The game concluded with a final score that didn’t favour Fector, but as the players began to gather their gear, Lillian felt a surge of pride rather than disappointment. They had closed the gap significantly, and the atmosphere in the huddle was charged with a sense of accomplishment. “I can’t believe how far we came in that game,” she said, looking around at her teammates. “We really pulled together, especially in the second half.”

  “Totally! That last play where Dane intercepted that disc was epic!” Jasper exclaimed, his eyes alight with excitement. “You guys turned everything around out there!”

  Lillian smiled. “I couldn’t stop thinking about all the hard work we’ve put in. We really gave it our all out there,” Her heart swelled with pride for her team.

  “Seriously, Lillian, you’re one tough little cookie out there!” Sam chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “The look on Crestwood’s face when you finally got the disc back was priceless. I could feel the energy shift as soon as you made that play!”

  “Right? It was like a spark ignited in all of us,” Evan added, nodding vigorously. “Once you got that interception, we knew we had a shot. It felt amazing to watch everyone rally around you. It reminded me of why we practice so hard.”

  Lillian felt a wave of warmth wash over her as she listened to her teammates. “I think we all found a new level of trust in each other today. That’s what makes us a team,” she said, looking around at the faces that had become so familiar over the season.

  “Let’s not forget how we all stepped up defensively,” Dane interjected. “I mean, every time they got close, we pushed them back! It was like we were a wall.”

  “Exactly!” Jasper said, grinning. “And that last point? You all played like a well-oiled machine. It was beautiful.”

  Just then, Jasper cleared his throat, the playful energy shifting to a more serious tone. “Everyone, can I have your attention for a minute?” His voice cut through the chatter, drawing the curious gazes of his teammates. They gathered closer, intrigued by the sudden change in atmosphere.

  “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you all this, and I think today feels like the perfect time,” he said, his expression turning thoughtful. “As the season is coming to a close, I want you to know that I’ll be stepping down as captain soon.”

  A wave of surprise rippled through the group. “What? Why?” Dane asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

  Jasper held up his hands, a reassuring smile on his face. “It’s not because I don’t enjoy being captain or because I think we’re not doing well. It’s just that I believe it’s time for someone else to take the reins. And I can’t think of anyone better suited for the role than you, Lillian.”

  Lillian’s eyes widened in shock as she snapped her eyes to Vanessa, who nodded with a smile on her face. A chorus of murmurs filled the air as her teammates processed the news. “Me?” she echoed, the weight of the moment settling in. “But I -”

  “Absolutely,” Jasper interrupted, his tone earnest. “You’ve shown incredible leadership and resilience, especially in today’s game. It’s time for you to step into that role fully. I have no doubts that you’ll lead us to even greater heights.”

  “Wow, Jasper,” Lillian said, her heart racing. “I’m honored, but it’s a big responsibility. Are you sure?”

  “Definitely,” he replied, nodding firmly. “You’ve earned it. And don’t worry; I’ll still be around to help out and support you. Vanessa too. This team is in good hands with you at the helm.”

  The team erupted into cheers and applause, a few members ruffling her hair. “You’ll do great!” Evan called out, clapping her on the back.

  “This is amazing!” Jay-Jay chirped, surprising people because he talked very little, usually. “I can’t wait to see what we accomplish together next season!”

  As the cheers and congratulations flowed, Lillian felt a swell of pride and anticipation. She had never expected to take on such a significant role when she started, but the encouragement from her teammates filled her with such excitement. They believed in her, and that belief ignited a fire within her to rise to the occasion. With everyone.

  “Thank you, everyone,” Lillian said, her voice wobbly with excitement. “I won’t let you down. Together, we’ll keep pushing and growing as a team. This is just the beginning!”

  With spirits lifted and a sense of camaraderie stronger than ever, the team continued to celebrate, their laughter and enthusiasm ringing out as they finished cleaning up and getting ready to go home.

  Lillian felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. It had been a tough match, but the bond they formed through the struggle made her realize how close they truly were. She was ready to be captain. The bond among them felt unwavering, and she couldn’t help but feel that they had crossed a threshold in their teamwork.

  “Can you believe how far we’ve come since the start of the season?” Evan mused, shaking his head in disbelief. “We were all over the place, but now look at us! We’ve become a real threat.”

  “Let’s keep this momentum going into the next game,” Lillian encouraged, her competitive spirit shining through her smile. “If we keep pushing each other like this, we can go even further.”

  The team nodded in agreement; continuing to joke and laugh with each other. As they shared high-fives and exchanged playful banter, Lillian felt a deep sense of gratitude for each of them. They had fought hard, and the experience had not only strengthened their skills on the field but also deepened their connections off it. She knew some of these guys would be lifelong friends.

  Amid the chatter, Lillian caught sight of Kael across the field, talking with some of his teammates. A flicker of resolve settled in her chest. She wanted to confront him about his tactics, especially the way he had used his pheromones to throw her off her game.

  Gathering her courage, Lillian approached him. “Kael,” she called, her voice steady despite the trembling emotions within her. He turned, momentarily surprised. “Can we talk?”

  “Sure,” Kael replied, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity as he stepped away from his team, ignoring their jeers.

  “About the game,” Lillian started, her heart racing as he guided her to a more secluded spot on the turf. “I wanted to ask you about those pheromones you were using. It felt a bit unfair, but I have to admit, it was a brilliant tactic. I shouldn’t have underestimated you.”

  Kael raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Thanks. It’s part of the strategy, but I get how it can throw you off. You handled it well, though. Better than anyone I know.”

  Lillian took a deep breath, her curiosity piqued. “But seriously, why were your pheromones so strong? I’ve played against Alphas before, played against you, but I’ve never experienced anything like that. It was overwhelming.”

  Kael’s expression softened, and he seemed to consider her question carefully. “It’s not something I usually discuss, but I guess you deserve to know. I have Type 2A Theta Syndrome.”

  Lillian blinked, taken aback. “Theta Syndrome? I’ve heard of it, but I didn’t know much about it. What does that mean?”

  “It means my scent glands overproduce pheromones, especially during high-stress situations,” he explained, his tone serious. “Typically, I wear gel blockers to help manage it, but I wiped it off right before the game started. That way you wouldn’t suspect anything when we had our little chat.”

  “That’s why didn’t I smell them this strong before?” Lillian asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “We’ve played against each other multiple times.”

  Kael shrugged slightly, a hint of regret in his eyes. “It varies by situation. When I’m not under pressure, or when I’m in a more relaxed environment, the blockers keep everything in check. But during games, sometimes they don’t work perfectly. I had to reapply several times during that first game.”

  Lillian processed his words. “So, is that all of it? Just the scent? Or is it dangerous?” She had heard of the dangers of Theta Syndrome, both in Alphas and Omegas.

  Kael tilted his head side to side, his expression thoughtful. “It can be. If I go into a... erm... rut… without suppressants, there’s an increased chance of getting into over-rut, which can lead to unpredictable behavior. In extreme cases, I have the chance to go feral. But I manage it well enough that’s not quite a concern. Being Type 2 makes me way less of a danger to society than Type 1.”

  Lillian flushed at the thought of him in rut. He seemed a little flustered talking about it, turning his eyes away with a faint flush on his olive skin. “Speaking of handling it,” Lillian said, leaning into the playful tension, “remember our bet? If I won, you’d have to take me out. But I never specified what would happen if you won.”

  He chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “So, what happens now that I won?”

  “Well, since you won, I think it’s only fair that you have to go out with me,” she replied, a goofy grin spreading across her face.

  Kael laughed, clearly enjoying her antics. “Alright, I can get behind that. I like your style.”

  Lillian felt her heart swell. “I mean, you looked good out there. I can see why you’re a top player. But next time, I won’t let you get to me so easy - I promise you that.”

  “Fair enough,” he said, his tone lightening. “You definitely surprised me in the second half. That interception was clutch.”

  “Thanks! I really wanted to win for my team,” she replied, a smile breaking through her competitive demeanor. “You pushed me to be better.”

  “Glad to hear that. You’re a tough opponent, Lillian,” Kael said, his admiration all over his face. “And I respect that.”

  Lillian paused, then decided to take a leap. “So, how about we celebrate? Drinks or food? I think we both deserve it after that match.”

  Kael’s eyes lit up. “I’d like that. It’s a good way to turn this into something more friendly. And I’d fulfill my obligation to go out with you.” He winked.

  “Absolutely,” Lillian giggled, feeling the tension between them shift into something more relaxed. “But just so you know, I’m not going to go easy on you in the next game.”

  Kael laughed, a genuine sound that made her heart flutter unexpectedly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  As they walked off the field together, Lillian felt a sense of excitement mingling with the remnants of adrenaline. As they reached the edge of the field, Kael’s playful expression turned slightly serious. “You might want to change before we head out,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Your scent is a little distracting.”

  Lillian’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as his words sank in. She had been so caught up in the game and their conversation that she had completely forgotten to change out of her shorts. The ones that got soaked in slick and sweat because of his pheromones during the game. “Oh… fuck,” she stammered, feeling the embarrassment wash over her.

  Kael’s smirk widened as he watched her reaction. Lillian quickly turned to trot off the field, her heart racing. “See you soon!” He called as she glanced back at him.

  Kael just smiled, clearly amused. Lillian felt mortified as she left, but was excited about the idea of a new dynamic with Kael. As she thought about the possibility of their not-date, she couldn’t shake the nerves, imagining how he would tease her. Without the game to focus on, the only thing to concentrate on would be him and those pretty eyes, drawing her in and making it hard to think straight. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or an overactive brain, but she couldn’t seem to keep the smile to herself.