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.

Jonas!" the other player, Eddie, growled. "I told you to stay off my

Jonas hissed.

I had enough.

*STOP!"

my voice. The effect was immediate-total silence enveloped the rink as every player froze, looking up at

the ice crunch beneath my skates. Gripping their jerseys, I

off, heads hung low, and I turned to address the rest of the team, who stared back

high, especially in a game as intense as hockey. But what just happened here? This isn't a brawl; it's a sport. A team sport. And if you can't act

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

unborn child, our life together-and how a simple argument could

you guys have grievances, there's a time and place for that. It's called communication, not fistfights on the ice.

and I could see the realization

note. "From now on, if I see any