My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Enzo

I strode into the rink, the familiar chill of the ice sending a shiver down my spine in an all-too-familiar way. Normally, it was comforting. But today, after my argument with Nina, it felt anything but comforting.

I wished that she would just trust me fully, like she said she did. But I could tell that she still was unsure about Mila, even though it never even crossed my mind to give that woman the time of day.

But as I approached the ice, where the team was already waiting, I shook off those feelings. I was here to train a hockey team, not dwell on petty arguments with my wife.

Practice kicked off, and I ran the guys through the paces-drills, formation exercises, the works. Maybe it was the tension I carried, but I found myself pushing them harder than usual.

*Knees bent!" I bellowed. "Christian, what are you doing? I just told you to flick with your wrists, not your shoulders! The stick is an extension of your arm!*

However, it wasn't long before I noticed that my agitation was nothing compared to the animosity brewing between a couple of players. I saw them trading insults under their breath, shoulders bunched and faces red.

Then it happened. A missed pass, a shove, and suddenly they were on each other like wild animals, sticks thrown aside.

growled. "I told you

Jonas hissed.

I had enough.

*STOP!"

Alpha authority that tingled in the back of my voice. The effect was immediate-total silence enveloped the rink as every player froze, looking up at me with

skated over to the two instigators, feeling the ice crunch beneath my skates. Gripping their jerseys, I pulled them

I turned to address the rest of the team, who stared back at me with varying levels of guilt

as intense as hockey.

nodding in silent agreement. "You're here to support each other, to lift each other up. Not tear each other down.

life beyond this rink waited for me-Nina, our unborn child, our life together-and how a simple argument could shake even the strongest of foundations. I swallowed hard, forcing my focus back on the

for that. It's called communication, not fistfights on the ice. If you can't settle your differences off the rink, what makes you think throwing

one another, and I

"From now on,