My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0765

Nina

I awoke with a start, gasping and clutching my chest. A cold sweat had caked my back, and as I sat up in bed, I noticed the ache in my limbs from tensing my muscles during my sleep. But my physical discomfort felt like nothing to the mental discomfort I felt.

Selena's words, even in my waking state, still echoed in my mind.

"You have to hurry," she had said. "You have to finish the ritual..."

I swallowed, confused. That was no dream; it was a vision, or maybe even a visit to another realm of sorts. And the words that selena had spoken hadn't been imagined. She really had spoken them.

But how? And what did it all mean?

"What ritual...?" I muttered to myself, rubbing my tired eyes.

As I sat there, though, it hit me: my gaze wandered over to the journal that was sitting on my desk, which now sat closed, its translation tucked neatly between the pages. I had plans to find a good hiding place for it, maybe to even bury it deep in the forest where no one could find it again.

But now, as it sat there, I knew.

Finding that dusty book on the back of the highest shelf in the sprawling library had been no accident; it had found me. And Selena wanted me to finish the ritual. She wanted me to... bind a spirit to my unborn baby.

Her spirit?

Frowning, I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing. I slowly walked over to the book, which was illuminated by the warm golden light of the rising sun peeking in through the curtains. I swallowed and reached out, running my fingers along the soft leather.

The book just sat there, silent, like any normal book. There was no glow, no tingle, no sense of magic now that the moon had slipped below the horizon in the wake of dawn.

but flinch back as

to be trifled with. I had no desire to bind a spirit, even my dead twin sister's spirit, to my unborn child. I didn't know the consequences,

I stood there, cradling my hand as if I had been burned by touching the book, Selena's words floated through my mind

at stake if I

doing

minute now, and here I

course, the guards my father had posted followed me to the kitchen, even when I told them that I just wanted a sandwich. It was both humiliating and infuriating, but even more than that, it was

would just sit here idly while my husband-my mate-was manipulated by Mila and put through unimaginable atrocities. But

few necessary toiletries, as I didn't know

for some reason,

I did it. Truthfully, it just sort of... happened. I didn't even

paused, realizing now what I was doing, and stared down at the

"Why..."

as I went to pull the book out and shove it in my desk drawer, my bedroom door suddenly opened. With my breath catching in my throat, I quickly stuffed the book into my backpack and kicked my backpack

face-to-face with my

and setting my jaw hard. I was still a bit angry with her for doing nothing and saying nothing when my father had essentially decided to

hand still on the doorknob. Behind her, I could see the two guards still standing there, two stoic sentries. And in her other hand was a plate

said,

mother simply sighed and turned to face the guards. "Leave us," she

her and frowned

leave us," she commanded. "I'd like some time alone

far. Once they were gone, my mother stepped into the room and shut the door behind herself, then promptly set the plate

here to chat," I said, folding my arms across my chest, "I'm not

to break you