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..."

letting the anguish pour out of me. Enzo breaking our sacred

me his quiet strength holding me together while I shook apart on the

sleeves. Luke studied me with stoic sympathy, still absentmindedly holding the silver strands

staring off into the distance. "Why would

worried stare to the thin wires glinting on his calloused palm. Mila's delicate accessories.. that she must have torn free in their passionate throes together. I squeezed my eyes shut, fresh anguish searing through me. No, I couldn't let myself

But then, something happened.

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

where he had laid those metal threads now showed

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

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

glimmering innocuously against his calloused palm. I furrowed my brow and leaned in, still throbbing from

"Pure silver?" I muttered.

his gaze falling back down to his palm. "I had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure," he said softly. "But now... it seems like that's the

"But it could still be jewelry

times have you seen a pure silver thread like this come loose from a necklace or a shirt?" he asked. "And besides, pure silver wouldn't just shred like this. No, it

considered the possibilities. It made no sense, now that I thought of it. Luke was right; it had to

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

already knew the answer, there were no fancy silver-threaded curtain tassels here. In fact, there was nothing in

Luke's eyes

frowned. "What

of in the supernatural realm, to use silver

wide as I took in Luke's words." So you're saying

he said. "It would have to be someone who knew exactly what he was. Someone who knows about his weaknesses, and who knows where to find-or even make-silver