My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0687

Enzo

My consciousness returned slowly, my mind foggy and my limbs heavy as if I was emerging from anesthesia.

I blinked, my vision still blurred, as I strained to take in my surroundings. After a moment, I realize where I was. I was laying on the bed in my dimly lit hotel room. The darkness of night was pressed against the windows, although last I could remember, it had been the middle of the afternoon.

I groaned a little. How long had I been out? Maybe I had had too much to drink and had stumbled back to my room. Maybe three whiskeys at noon wasn't the best idea; Nina had probably been trying to call me all day.

"I should call her," I thought to myself as I began to roll over in search of my phone.

But then, a sharp pain cut through the haze just when I tried to sit up. I winced and fell back down onto the bed, looking down to see a rope binding my wrists to the metal bed frame.

"What the..."

It looked like a normal rope at first, but I quickly realized that it was threaded with shimmering silver strands. Pure silver; basically werewolf kryptonite. I could already feel the metal slowly sapping my strength.

"Finally awake, I see."

I blinked, looking toward the source of the voice, and that was when I saw the familiar female figure walking toward me. "Mila..."

She sauntered closer, her features slowly coming into focus as my vision finally cleared. Her lips were curled upwards into a satisfied smirk, and a chuckle rumbled in her throat.

With a growing sense of unease, memories of our conversation at the bar flooded back. The last thing I could remember was her apologizing, and then she had hugged me. Tightly. After that, everything felt... fuzzy.

I could remember it now, she had led me back to my room, her delicate hand intertwined with mine. She had whispered sweet nothings in my ear, laid me down

I couldn't have. My clothes were all still intact, so that

pure silver strands that were threaded

demanded, locking eyes with her. Something malicious glinted there that I had seen before, and now I knew just how much of a fool I had

tongue softly, trailing a long nail almost fondly along the silver ropes, "Silver," she purred. "Such a silly little thing, to make a big strong wolf like you

veins. She knew. This whole time, she had known what I was. I met her amused gaze steadily

out. In answer, she leaned in close to me, until I could detect notes of cinnamon spice underlying

wolf when I smell one," she purred. "And those physical tests I gave you the last time you were here--they just confirmed

golds shifting until burning crimson swallowed her irises, her pupils

throat. She was no

wicked grin. What had I gotten myself into? "All in

under rays of warm sunlight. Her tongue darted

shudder at the sight of her. No, she wasn't

face me again. She chuckled at my stunned expression." Don't look so betrayed, Enzo. You chose to trust me despite everything. You should be angry with your

to me," I growled, yanking uselessly on the ropes, ignoring the burning pain. She just chuckled

or fighting back, not when I was so close to bringing you

"What do you want

that almost looked like pity entered her crimson glare. "Oh, you poor, clueless boy," she purred. "You have no idea what you've stumbled into." She leaned down again, her long fingernails trailing across my jaw. "So noble," she

glaring at her steadily even as panic built up inside of me at her ominous words. "Let me go, Mila," I

"You think that's what I want?" she

a sense of dread crept down my spine. Every

wolf was