The early morning sunlight filtered through the gym windows, casting long golden rays across the polished basketball court. I bounced the ball awkwardly, trying not to look as uncoordinated as I felt.
"Elara, you're holding it all wrong," Rhys said, his voice warm with amusement.
I shot him a playful glare. "Not all of us were born with a basketball in our hands, Alpha Knight."
Two weeks into being Rhys's official girlfriend, and I still couldn't believe how drastically my life had changed. The Silver Moon Pack campus was abuzz with the news—the notorious playboy Alpha-to-be now completely devoted to the formerly nerdy omega. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"Here," Rhys moved behind me, his broad chest pressing against my back as his arms encircled me. "Hold it like this."
His hands covered mine, positioning them correctly on the ball. But I was far more aware of his warm breath tickling my neck than any basketball technique he was trying to teach me.
