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.

was not the witch I had expected. She was beautiful and ethereal, and not at all terrifying like I had somehow worked her up

me, her fingers adorned with intricate silver rings. "Hello, Nina," she said in

by her appearance. "Hello," I managed, taking note of

said. She plopped down a small wooden trunk onto the table at the end of my bed and began to rifle through

a bit taken

scanning every nook and cranny as if she could see things others couldn't. She took out an assortment of herbs and even more

worked, my mother and I exchanged uneasy glances. I had always been skeptical of witches ever since

room, performing who-knows-what kind of rituals, was unnerving to say the least. Elara turned her attention to me, her gaze penetrating

feeling a lump form in

to chant in a language I couldn't understand, and the room filled with an eerie,

apprehensive, as she continued

mine. "I'll need you to remove the

stranger. But I met my mother's eyes, and she gave me a subtle nod. I reminded myself that this was

the blankets down, exposing myself in my nightgown to the witch. Elara's gaze remained steady, and she proceeded with a thorough examination. She checked my pulse, inspected my skin, and asked me a series of questions about how I had been

wasn't just a practitioner of magic, but she also

part was when she had to conduct a gynecological exam. I clenched my teeth and gripped my mother's hand tightly, my eyes

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

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

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