All Chapters of LOVE AND SPORT : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Scott’s POVI was not really wanted in the Academy anymore. Troy had managed to do more damage than good to my reputation. I had trained hard to get to where I was today but it seems everything was slowly crumbling right before my eyes. I remember the Alpha's coming to Sienna to claim her and that made me even more angry. Pissed. I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop the whole drama. A part of me wanted to go back home. Reclaim my title and do exactly what my father wanted but then I know that I was going to be betraying Sienna. She had believed in me and kept fighting even though it was hard. I knew the coming days were going to be harder. I was no longer the face of the team which means they will be coming for me. All of them. I needed to train more. Get focused. I picked my phone and called Dennis to book a training session with him again.Dennis answered on the third ring.“Tomorrow,” I said before he could even speak. “Dawn.”There was a pause on the line, just l

Sienna's POVI won't deny the fact that I was scared after the take out of the three Alphas. They were the pain in the ass but then, the thought of their lack coming after us sacred me. I could see that Scott was desperate. Wanted to protect me somehow but killing an Alpha of the pack like sheep was not something that I had thought I was going to see happen. I shut my eyes and I could see their faces. It was not the way I had planned my stay in New Orleans. It has been almost a year now. The time limit my father gave was slowly going to be up. I was finally going to go home to resume my work, my training as an Alpha to be. A part of me wished Sheila would do all of that in my stead. I just wanted to be free. To travel the world with him. But now, I don't think that was ever going to be possible. I kept thinking about what could happen if the pack attacked the football academy. But then, we did a clean job. No one was going to know we attacked the Alpha's. They were probably g

Sienna’s POV“Then what about me?”The words left my mouth before I could soften them, before I could dress them up as something calmer, something braver. They hovered between us, fragile and sharp all at once.Scott stopped walking.The noise of the stadium faded behind us—the disappointed murmurs, the shuffle of players and fans, the heavy sigh of a city that had just watched its heroes fall. In that moment, there was only him and me, standing beneath flickering tunnel lights that made everything feel unreal, like we were already halfway out of this life.He turned slowly, as if he was afraid that one wrong movement might shatter me.“What about you?” he echoed quietly.I swallowed. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on my lungs. “You talk about leaving. About starting over. About forging something new… and I’m standing right here wondering where I fit in that picture.”His jaw tightened. “You fit wherever you want to be. Your place is with me.” “That’s not an an

Sienna’s POVI had been staring at the same spot on my bedroom wall for almost ten minutes, watching the shadows shift as the evening light faded, when I finally sent the message.Can we talk later?My fingers hovered over the screen longer than they should have, as if the delay could soften whatever was coming. When Scott replied almost immediately—Anytime—my chest tightened in a way that felt both reassuring and terrifying.Anytime.That was Scott. Always available. Always open. Even when he was breaking quietly on the inside.I exhaled slowly and set the phone aside, pressing my palms against my thighs as if grounding myself would help organize the storm of thoughts in my head. It didn’t. Nothing did anymore.Growing up in a pack meant your life was planned before you even understood what choice really was. Your role. Your mate. Your loyalty. Your sacrifices. All neatly laid out like rules carved into stone. And for the longest time, I accepted it. I followed. I listened. I bent.B

Scott's POVThe game week was fast approaching and so was the holiday. The thought of going back home scared me. I wish I would have to stay back and just leave my life if things were working the way I wanted.I was having fewer friends by the day. Most of the athletes didn't want to be my friend. They see me as a bastard. An unequal.As we walked into the field for the final game before the break, I was dumbstruck. A lot of banners were being raised in my name. My picture was everywhere. Stiles looked at me and back at the roaring of the crowd that was chanting my name. Coach Miller called a meeting. He was looking serious and most especially, he was looking at Troy. “ You need to lead the team to victory. This is the game we need, Troy. You have the floor.” He said and walked away. Troy looked at me and then back at the guys. “ Don't be distracted by the noise or the chanting of a fallen hero. Today is about each of us on the pitch. Show me what you have got. Go Paws!” he shoute