My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0697

Enzo

I stirred sluggishly to the sound of iron groaning deafeningly in my ears. Blearily lifting my head up from the icy stone where I lay, I made out a petite silhouette entering my cell cautiously.

"Wake up, my lord," the girl, the same one from before, said softly. She kneeled down beside me, cautiously brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. "It's time."

Growling, I reached for her wrist again-but she had learned her lesson the first time. She deftly leapt backwards like a cat. I let my hand fall back to the floor, weakened and searing in pain where the silver ropes still met my flesh.

"Just get it over with," I snarled.

Every bruised fiber of my being screamed at me to defy, and if I had any strength left, I certainly would fight tooth and nail. But hours upon hours of silver continuously leeching the life out of my body had reduced me to little more than a husk.

I didn't have the strength to resist as the small girl helped me slowly to my feet. We took a few shambling steps together before she pulled out a ring of intricate keys and unlocked the cell door with one of them. I blinked stupidly, swaying a bit where I stood. Freedom?

Was this a hallucination? One last cruel trick to break the last shred of my spirit before whatever Mila, the bloodied queen, had in store for me?

But no guards appeared from the shadows as she guided my faltering steps out into the corridor.

Still supporting most of my weight with a strength I didn't expect such a small girl to possess, the servant led us gradually up countless spiraling black stairs. I clung to consciousness, the last feeble spark inside of me raging relentlessly against whatever was going to happen to me.

"Almost there," the girl said.

I huffed. "Where are you taking me?"

she purred. "You'll be so beautiful,

considered struggling. But all I could muster was a stagger in my footsteps, a momentary fraction of a second during which I was barely able to halt, and then the girl prodded

a knife. I was so out of it I hadn't

of enormous obsidian

an eternity spent below ground. I recoiled weakly, my arm flung up against the sudden sunlight streaming

torches and braziers, blindingly bright

ground, and for all I knew, maybe I would never

dais at the end of the hall, up high above on a platform well outside of my reach

disbelief or false hopes. My horrific fate was here, whatever it was. I just wanted Nina. God, I hoped she would never find out what really happened here. I wasn't sure

wide-eyed servant who was supporting my slumped frame. I braced to collapse

a slender black tail;

give in beneath my weight. I swayed

silver ropes were gone. I had

curled and flexed my stiff fingers, a revelation slowly dawning as a presence flooded into my mind. She had cut me off from my wolf with the silver... but now our

her,"

my head back and allowed my wolf's ancient strength to flood into me, filling every cell. Flesh turned to fur, hands to sharp claws,

severed from this half of myself for too long, but

a wild howl and charged at the mass of green and red towering above me,

high. I snapped at her, and she just grinned down at me, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand. Above me, all around, cheers

Witness what?"

the armrest. "I see you've come back to your

growl and paced away, my eyes scanning the blackened room. The door that I had entered through before was

that it wasn't silver; maybe I could smash my way through it and