My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0526

Nina

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Enzo's eyes narrowed, fixed intently on the burglar who was tied to the chair.

I stood close but not too close, my own wolf tingling with caution inside my head. I felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension that Matt and Luke had handled the situation, but the intruder's stubborn silence left a knot of unease in my stomach.

"Well?" Enzo growled, his voice tinged with frustration and menace. "You're obviously not here for a social visit. Why break into our house?"

The captive man's amber eyes flicked to me and then back to Enzo. It was the first sign of emotion he had shown. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then smirked. "What does it matter?"

"It matters because this is our home, and you invaded it," Enzo snapped, towering over the man. "We're giving you one chance. Speak, or things will get really unpleasant for you."

"You're already in deep trouble, mate. Spilling the beans might be your only shot at mercy," Matt chimed in.

Luke leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Mercy's more than you would get from others, I can assure you."

I shot a glance at Luke, registering the seriousness behind his tone. I then looked at Enzo, who was coiled like a spring, the muscles in his jaw twitching. I felt a shiver of anticipation mixed with dread; I had seen that look in his eyes before.

"Last chance," Enzo warned, his voice a low growl.

The burglar's eyes finally darted around the room, a fleeting glimmer of unease crossing his face. "Fine," he sighed. "I was sent here. I didn't come by my own choice."

A collective hush fell over the room. Enzo leaned down, putting his face close to the intruder's. "Who sent you?" But the man clamped his mouth shut, the temporary light of cooperation dimming from his eyes. His gaze was like steel, defiant and inscrutable.

repeated, each word emphasized like a

just shook his head. It was a small gesture, but it sent ripples

straightening up and stepping back. He looked at me, his eyes dark pools of frustration and confusion. I saw a myriad of emotions swirling in those depths-anger, yes,

anywhere," Matt observed, breaking the uncomfortable silence

himself before turning back to our uninvited guest. "You realize you've put yourself into a world of

the captive werewolf snapped, a trace

got a loyalty oath

man looked at him, and then a sardonic smile stretched across

supposed to be a joke? Because I don't find this situation funny at all,"

it is that sent you, they aren't here to

then he tightened his lips, shutting down again. It was like watching a

his body visibly tense. "Fine," he said. "We can do this the hard way. Just

face a mask of resolve. He pulled back his fist, the knuckles whitening, the tension palpable. It was a look I had seen before, but this time it was different, more loaded, as if there was a

room, scanning the faces of Matt and Luke, their expressions equally taut with concern and hesitation. No one was saying anything. The air

I finally said, my voice softer than I'd

fist still hanging

isn't worth it," I whispered, my

clouded, stormy, the irises almost completely overtaken by the dark pupils. The pause that followed was deafening in its silence, filled with an unspoken conversation that

lowered. The moment seemed to stretch on, filling the room with a sort of thick, murky

loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Thank god

his eyes lingering on the captive burglar, who for the first time looked

with an assertiveness I wasn't entirely feeling. "Violence doesn't have

head, considering. "Maybe not, but sometimes it's the quickest way to the