ALIONA'S POV
There was only one day left. No. No. Scratch that. It was less than seven hours before the match against the Falcons. And for the first time, in a very long while, I was going to stand toe to toe with the Glaciers against the Falcons.
Mystic grumbled. ‘They left us no f*****g choice. Do you remember how they constantly f****d Sophia right in front of us? How they made us look like we didn't matter?’ Her voice was etched in a mixture of pain, and turmoil.
‘Mystic, they're still our mates—’ I said in a bid to persuade her.
She hissed. ‘Mates huh? Did you just say they're still our mates? And they're yet to consummate the mate bond we share? Oh please be serious right now,’
From the way she was going on, and on, it was pretty obvious she'd had it up to her neck. Any mor
