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..."

breaking our sacred bond. After all we had been through, he was threatening the family we

arms around me his quiet strength holding me together while I shook apart

subsided into hiccups. I pulled away, wiping my eyes roughly on my sleeves. Luke studied me with stoic sympathy, still absentmindedly holding

just doesn't make sense," he said, staring off into the distance. "Why

torn free in their passionate throes together. I squeezed my eyes shut, fresh anguish searing through me.

But then, something happened.

let out a yelp as a searing, burning pain suddenly erupted on my arm. My eyes

furiously. The spot where he had laid those

his eyes wide, shot to his feet. "I didn't mean to," he said, eyeing the threads in his palm. "I just moved,

him, my feeling of betrayal simmering into anger now. "Certain of what?"

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

"Pure silver?" I muttered.

palm. "I had my suspicions, but I

frowned. "But it could still be jewelry or

or a shirt?" he asked. "And besides, pure silver wouldn't just shred like this. No, it

sense, now that I thought of it. Luke was right; it had to

thread from a tassel, maybe?" I said, standing and crossing to the window to

curtain tassels here. In fact, there was nothing in the room that could even come remotely close

eyes widened. "Rope," he

"What do

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

took in Luke's words." So you're

knew exactly what he was. Someone who knows about his weaknesses, and