My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0446

"We'll all have to go," Lori said, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. "Close out the semester on a good note."

Lori's words were bittersweet. Because unbeknownst to anyone, Enzo had an announcement to make. A big, huge, life-altering announcement. And it was bound to ruffle some feathers.

We were silent for a few moments, staring out at the campus before us. I felt at peace for the first time in a long time. The Crescents hadn't reared their heads in some time, the Luna was dead, and our beloved town of Mountainview was safe once more.

But as I stared out at the athletic fields, I suddenly felt a pang in my chest.

There was something-or maybe someone-standing by the edge of the forest, watching. It was almost as though they were.. beckoning to me. I felt as though I could make out their features, their blackened eyes, their grinning mouth. They were coming to hurt me. To take away my peace once more.

"Nina?" Jessica's voice broke through my reverie. "You disappear again?"

I snapped back to reality, and blinked, realizing that what I had 'seen' hadn't been there at all. It was just a misshapen tree.

I'm good," I said, forcing a weak

a concerned look. Jessica, putting her hand on my leg, said, "Nina, I think it's time you talk to someone. You

my head. "I'm fine," I said. "And besides, it's not like a therapist

in. "Please, Nina. Sometimes, when you disappear like that, it looks like you're not even

of handling my own

head out," I said, standing abruptly. "Enzo will be finished

looked concerned, but neither of them said

made my way to the hockey arena. I could already hear the distant clatter of sticks against the ice. When I

way he commanded the puck. And then there he was, gracefully skating across the rink, a force

weren't just from the temperature. They were from watching Enzo on the ice. His every move was a symphony of raw power and

amongst his teammates, but to me, they were a marker of the man I had fallen so deeply in love with. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, always seemed to find mine, even from across the ice. They would

and agility weren't just the results of rigorous training-they were gifts of our werewolf lineage. The same lineage that had drawn us

boy, but also a... werewolf. And I especially never imagined that I would be a werewolf too, and that this hockey player 'bad boy' would be my

peculiar way of making things fall into place, doesn't