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.

eating, Enzo observed, his eyes narrowing

trust. But what was I supposed to do? Tell him that I still felt awful, that something was wrong, and that

"You sure?" he asked.

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. But I managed to keep my face steady, driven by the desire to see my husband follow

you're sure..." he finally said, though his voice trailed off, leaving

I insisted, mustering

he said. "But if anything happens, you had better call me right away. I don't care if I have to

my heart ache. I wanted to tell him the truth about my trepidation, but I decided

Nothing more, nothing less. It

to ignore the fact that the words

have everything?" I asked, looking up from the paperback novel I was pretending

said, zipping his suitcase closed with a triumphant grin. "I think I'm set. You sure you're okay with me going? You seemed a little off

I said for what felt like the millionth time in the last two days. It was a half-lie, but I wasn't about to reveal that.

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

And hopefully not ever, as I hoped that it would just pass and tum out to be a culmination of my

fully convinced but obviously choosing to let it go. "But like I said: call me

him, though I had no intention