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

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

pulled away, shaking my head. "I'm fine," I said. "And besides, it's not like a therapist here would

realm," Lori chimed in. "Please, Nina. Sometimes, when you disappear like that,

was capable of handling my own trauma

out," I said, standing abruptly. "Enzo

but neither

arena. I could already hear the distant clatter of sticks against the ice. When I stepped inside, a blast of cold air greeted me. The rink was alive with movement, each player a blur of

sought out Enzo, his familiar stance, the way he commanded the puck. And then there he was, gracefully skating across the rink, a force to be

every move was a symphony of raw power and grace. His muscles, taut and pronounced beneath the uniform, contracted and relaxed with every stride, every swing of the stick. It was

waves were often a point of teasing 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

weren't just the

'bad boy, but also a... werewolf. And I especially never imagined that I

has a peculiar way of making things fall into place,