My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0806

Nina

The warm summer breeze caressed my face, gently tousling loose strands of hair, but I felt utterly numb to its soft touch. My gaze remained fixated on the freshly upturned earth in front of me, the simple granite headstone bearing my father's name and legacy in stark, uncompromising letters.

Here lies Aldric, the third of his name. Alpha King. Beloved to all.

The words seemed to mock me, like a hollow tribute to a man who meant so much-not just to me, but to my mother, my brother, Enzo, the entire realm. Almost two centuries of watching over the werewolf realm, and now it was gone. Now the Alpha King was buried beside my sister and my mother. And together the three of them laid silently.

I had failed him. Failed to protect him when our family needed me most, when his life was in peril. Perhaps if I had been swifter to action, none of this would have happened. Perhaps...

in my mind, a relentless torrent of hatred and bitterness. Even now, although she had impaled herself on the rocks, I swore I could hear Mila's

fingernails dug savagely into my palms until I could feel warm, wet blood seep through the skin. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the angry emptiness clawing

"Nina."

voice sounded far away at first, drowned out by the roaring static filling my ears. It wasn't until the gentle weight of a reassuring hand came to rest on my shoulder that I managed to

misery. In that moment, I was struck by just how old she looked-how deeply the years had etched themselves into the

from my constricted throat as I crumpled forward, burying my face in the soft cloth of her shirt.

at the fabric of her shirt as if it were the only thing tethering me to this world. "If I

don't say that," she murmured, her voice thick with her own tears as her fingers stroked through my tousled hair. "None

idea to go charging in there. And I failed, I let her fly away, I let things get out of control. I caused an entire village to burn, I caused people to die, and my

come, the only sound that of the sobs wracking my

cried. My mother cried silently, but I could feel her shoulders shake; she had lost her love.