My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0692

Nina

"Nina! Look at this."

My eyes locked onto the glinting silver strands that were pinched between Luke's fingers, almost sparkling in the sunlight. At first I simply gaped in confusion.

"Silver jewelry thread? It must have fallen off of Mila's blouse when she was here with Enzo," I said.

The very notion felt like a sword through my fracturing heart, twisting and plunging deeper. It was all beginning to make sense now... how long had he been lying to me?

I sank numbly onto the rumpled bed, putting my head in my hands as sobs began to wrack my frame. Enzo wrapped up in passion with another woman, while I was at home, pregnant, waiting for him...

I couldn't wrap my mind around the image no matter how I tried. And yet the proof mocked me all around this room. I could see it everywhere: the crumbled sheets, the indentations in the pillows, the used water glasses, and now the threads.

Mila had been here, with my husband, and now he was gone. Maybe I never stood a chance against her beauty.

"I can't believe he would do this to me, to us," I murmured through my sobs. "It doesn't make any sense.

"Oh, Nina..." Luke's voice came out stiff and choked. The mattress dipped a little bit as he sat down beside me, one hand gently grasping my shoulder. "We don't need to assume anything just yet. We don't know the full story."

I shook my head bitterly even as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"You saw the footage," I said. "He went with her willingly, Luke. Maybe.. maybe he just doesn't want me anymore." I pressed both palms to my swollen belly. "Maybe he doesn't want us..."

choked off my words. I turned my face into Luke's sturdy chest, finally letting the anguish pour out of me. Enzo breaking our sacred bond. After all we had been

strength holding me together

sleeves. Luke studied me with stoic

doesn't make sense," he said, staring off into

she must have torn free in their passionate throes together. I squeezed

But then, something happened.

a yelp as a searing, burning pain suddenly erupted on my arm. My eyes flew open to see Luke recoiling, the silver threads in

had

he said,

into anger now. "Certain of what?" hissed, still rubbing

his hand. The thin silver strands were glimmering innocuously against his calloused palm. I furrowed my brow and leaned in, still throbbing from

"Pure silver?" I muttered.

back down to his palm. "I had my suspicions, but

frowned. "But it could still be jewelry or something,"

or a shirt?" he asked. "And besides, pure silver wouldn't just shred like this. No, it had to have come from something...

made no sense, now that I thought of it. Luke was right; it had

and crossing to the window

as I approached, I already knew the answer, there were no fancy silver-threaded curtain tassels here. In fact, there was nothing in the room that could

suddenly, Luke's eyes widened. "Rope," he

frowned. "What do

"And besides, it hasn't been unheard of in the supernatural realm, to use silver rope to subdue a werewolf. It's actually a pretty complex process, to make the silver rope to begin

Luke's words." So

someone who knew exactly what he was. Someone