My Immortal Luna

A Hard Serve

Eleanor

“You there.” Ezra pointed straight at me, without even looking at the tab. “Eleanor Grayehr?”

I inhaled, feeling my hands ball into a tight fist. “Yes, Alpha.” Back home, I never referred to him with his title. We hated each other so much that we barely even remembered out titles when there were other colourful names we could hurl at each other.

Oh he was so dead.

He curved his finger inward, gesturing for me to come forward.

We were a group of twenty, so it’s not like I could blend into the crowd or anything.

“You are playing number six.” he instructed, without looking at me.

Up close, I could see the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow on his perfectly carved chin, and wished they were longer so I could rip them out.

Asshole.

“I am not good at volleyball.” I lied, wishing he will get the memo, but Ezra only slanted me a look.

He knew I was way too good at Volleyball because I and Liv had beat him and Carden numerous times before, on days we had managed to come together.

After picking the team, he sent the rest to watch, while sending us into the pitch.

I was sulking when I felt a hand wrap around my arm and pull me back.

Heat jolted through me from the touch, and I shivered, biting the inside of my lips.

“Make sure you don’t embarass me, beetle.” His head was lowered slightly, making him too near.

“For someone who has been whining like a pup, it seems you can’t stay away from me, Ezra.” We were catching some stares from people, and Ezra dropped his hold on me, causing me to inhale lightly at the loss of his warm hand.

He shrugged, pushing his free hand into his pocket. “Nahh..” he drawled, his voice sexy. “You wanted to be in my space. I’m only giving you what you desperately need.” He winked, and even if I was mad at him, I couldn’t help but be drawn to his beautiful eyes.

I frowned at the thought, shaking me head to clear it. “Count your days, Ezra.” I hissed and walked passed him, ignoring his silent chuckle.

Gosh, he got on my last nerves.

I took my position on the pitch, only to come face to face with Jasmine.

She took one look at me and smirked. “Oh, I’m so going to love this.”

I raised a brow, remembering Ava’s advice from earlier.

I couldn’t help but think back to the time I had seen her laughing with Zach and her sister.

Had Zach told her who I was to him?

It seemed unlikely though. I wasn’t sure Zach would tell his chosen mate he was rejected.

“In this game guys, we will be using just our human abilities. Use your powers, and you will be disqualified.”

The whistle went off, and the ball was in the air.

I huffed, stepping back and with a flick of my wrist, sent it to the opposite side.

The girl next to me, who seemed to be inexperienced, wasn’t doing much, and kept complaining about her hair getting messy.

Which meant I was playing two positions!

Jasmine got the ball, and sent it flying high into the air, headed in her direction.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her panic, and groaned, before moving in her place, and at the very last minute, sent the ball to the opposite side.

But I fell the moment the ball left my hand.

Big mistake.

The middle blocker slammed it hard and fast, right in the center of our side before anyone could even move.

Shit!

The small crowd surrounding us erupted into cheers, and Jasmine threw me a dirty look of victory.

I felt eyes on me and turned to see Ezra looking at me with mockery and disapproval.

“That’s the second failure of the day, Beetle. I wonder what Carden and Liv will have to say about that.” He mindlinked.

I blocked him and got to my feet, wiping my ass, which was quite dusty.

I could still feel his gaze on me, but I didn’t bother to look at him.

The game started again, and this time I wasn’t giving Jasmine’s team a chance.

Out of the six players on my team, I could see three were inexperienced, and two out of those three couldn’t be bothered about what was going on.

The ball was served again, and I rushed forward, taking the place of the middle blocker and slammed the ball right in front of Jasmine.

That pissed her off.

“Oh, you wanna play that way? Fine then!” she hissed, and I saw her lycan-wolf surge behind her eyes and frowned.

That was against the rules.

I narrowed my eyes at her and turned to see if anyone noticed, but it seemed it was just me.

Something cold prickled down my spine, but I nudged it away.

When I looked back at her, her wolf was gone.

The ball was served, and for the next tense seconds, it didn’t land on any of the teams’ side.

Usually, at this point, the pressure on the ball was harder.

I sucked my lips in, then rushed forward, sending the ball back and behind the girl next to Jasmine.

In what felt like a split but extremely slow second, I saw Jasmine move in front of the girl, her eyes red, then hit the ball, straight at me.

My eyes widened at the speed the ball was coming to me.

It happened in slow motion.

I heard it before I felt it.

The sound as the ball slammed against something, then the searing pain that spread across my face in response.

I opened my mouth to scream in pain, but nothing came out. Instead, I felt myself fall, and more pain as my waist hit the hard concrete floor of the pitch.