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..."

chest, finally letting the anguish pour out of me. Enzo breaking our sacred bond. After all we had been

around me his quiet strength holding me together while

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

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

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.

But then, something happened.

erupted on my arm. My eyes flew open to see Luke recoiling, the silver threads in his

spot where he had

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

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

glimmering innocuously against his calloused palm. I furrowed my brow and leaned in, still throbbing from that sudden bum. Then, I inhaled sharply at

"Pure silver?" I muttered.

had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure," he said softly. "But now... it seems like that's

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

long silence as we both considered the possibilities. It made no sense, now that I thought of it. Luke was right; it had to be something

I said, standing and crossing to the window to look at the curtains.

answer, there were no fancy silver-threaded curtain tassels here. In fact, there was nothing in the room that could even come remotely close to resembling those threads.

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

"What do you

rope," Luke said thoughtfully. "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

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

pocketing the threads. "It's a possibility," he said. "It would have to be someone who knew exactly what