My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0482

Nina

*Could you pass the salt?"

Enzo's voice snapped me back to reality, pulling me out of the deep train of thought that I had been stuck in; constant questions of what-if, anxiety, maybe even a little fear.

"Sure," I said, handing him the salt shaker from across the counter.

Our hands brushed briefly, and it was enough to stir my wolf within me, making her aware, alert. She had sensed that something was off, although neither of us could make out what it was. But right now, I didn't want to think about it.

Not now, with Enzo about to leave for a critical weekend that could set the future path of his career. I decided to shake off the feelings of anxiety, instead attributing it to the lingering sickness in my stomach that still had yet to fade fully.

We finally sat down to eat, the dining room lit by the warm glow of candles. The food looked delicious-a mix of veggies, grilled chicken, and a side of freshly made garlic bread. Enzo eagerly took a bite, his face lighting up with satisfaction.

"Mmm, this turned out perfectly," he said, looking at me. "What do you think? Not bad, hm?"

"It's perfect, as always," I responded, but my fork only dabbled with the food like a child who didn't want to eat their peas, my mind stuck on the idea of becoming sick from a single bite.

Enzo had turned out to be an excellent cook, and I always loved his food. And yet, my stomach churned at the very thought of swallowing a tiny bite. Still, I tried to force myself, but wound up pushing the food around on the plate more than anything.

barely eating, Enzo observed, his eyes

I lied, keeping my voice steady. The half-truth felt like a betrayal of our trust. But what was I supposed to do?

"You sure?" he asked.

forcing a smile as I reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze. "I'm sure. Actually, I've

searched my eyes, looking for any hint of a mistruth in my face. Enzo was always a human lie detector, tuned into the subtleties of my expression, the tone of my voice, even the way that my eyes darted around when I lied.

his voice trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. The doubt in his voice

am," I insisted, mustering

moment, eyeing me, before he returned to his food. "Fine," he said. "But if anything happens, you had better

ache. I wanted to tell him the truth about my trepidation, but I decided not to. I couldn't

just a stomach bug. Nothing more, nothing less. It was

fact that the words sounded

everything?" I asked, looking up from the paperback novel I was pretending to be absorbed in. I

with a triumphant grin. "I think I'm set. You sure you're okay with me going? You seemed a little off

two days. It was a half-lie, but I wasn't about to reveal that. And I

at me, his eyes searching my face for a hint of insincerity. My wolf was nudging me, just as uneasy as I was, reminding me that she had sensed that something was off, although I didn't

about to tell Enzo that. Not yet, at least. And hopefully not ever, as I hoped that it would just pass and tum out to be

convinced but obviously choosing to let it go. "But like I said: call me if you feel sick

will," I assured him, though I had no intention of doing that in the