The deafening roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium, a physical force vibrating against the concrete walls of the away team’s locker room. Nova sat on the wooden bench, meticulously lacing up her cleats. Her phone, resting on the duffel bag beside her, lit up continuously with a barrage of notifications.
The photo of her on the back of Jax’s motorcycle had already garnered half a million views. The comments were a wildfire of speculation, but none of them knew the real bombshell was about to drop.
She wasn't just a free agent anymore. She was a Viper.
Nova stood up, her reflection catching in the full-length mirror. Instead of the familiar blue and white of the Wildcats, she was clad in the sleek, intimidating crimson and black of the Vipers. The fabric was crisp, her name—HAYES—
