My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0602

Nina

I must have drifted into a light slumber at some point because the sound of persistent knocking on my door pulled me from the haze of dreams.

I blinked, disoriented, and glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was past two o'clock in the afternoon. I hadn't realized I had been asleep for so long.

"Come in," I called out, my voice still groggy from sleep.

The door swung open, and my mother entered the room. "Honey," my mom said, blocking my view of the hallway behind her, "it's time for your checkup."

My heart began to race, and I sat up a little further, hurriedly smoothing my tangled hair down with my hands. "Um ... Okay, I murmured, swallowing. "I'm ready."

A moment later, the door was opening a little wider. My mother stepped in, and behind her was a figure of a woman that sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother cleared her throat and gestured towards the mysterious visitor. "Nina, this is the witch I told you about, the one who's been helping your brother with his curse."

My eyes fell upon the witch, and I couldn't help but be taken aback by her appearance.

She had long, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, almost seeming to shimmer with a life of its own. Her eyes were the deepest shade of emerald green, and they caught the color of the lamp on my bedside table in a way that made them shine like two emerald gems.

Her skin was fair, almost luminous, and her lips were the color of ripe cherries. She wore a flowing, midnight-blue robe that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows around her, giving her an otherworldly appearance.

had expected. She was beautiful and ethereal, and not at

her hand towards me, her fingers adorned with intricate silver rings. "Hello, Nina," she said in a soft voice. "I'm

by her appearance. "Hello," I managed, taking note of how cool and smooth

plopped down a small wooden trunk onto the table at the end of my bed and began to rifle through it. A moment later, she produced some crystals and a singing bowl,

bit taken aback,

move around the room, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny as if she could see things others

I had always been skeptical of witches ever

to me, her gaze penetrating and intense. "Nina, I need to

feeling a lump form in my throat.

from the depths of her trunk. She began to chant in a language I couldn't understand, and the room filled with an eerie,

apprehensive, as she continued

turned her attention to me, her emerald eyes locking onto mine. "I'll need you

to this stranger. But I met my mother's eyes, and she gave me a

nightgown to the witch. Elara's gaze remained steady, and she proceeded with a thorough examination. She checked my pulse, inspected my skin, and

to me that she wasn't just a practitioner of magic, but she also knew her stuff when it came

my teeth and gripped my mother's hand

speculum from her trunk. "Don't worry, Nina. I may be a

doing," my mother said gently, still holding my hand. "You don't have anything to

few moments that felt like an eternity, Elara continued the gynecological exam. She poked and prodded, took swabs and muttered to herself. It was a strange juxtaposition, seeing someone who was supposed to