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...

endless stream of what-ifs echoed mercilessly in my mind, a relentless torrent of hatred and bitterness. Even now, although she had impaled

skin. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the angry emptiness clawing its way through my chest, leaving every breath feeling like shards of ice piercing my

"Nina."

the roaring static filling my ears. It wasn't until the gentle weight of a reassuring hand came to rest on my shoulder

I was struck by just how old she looked-how deeply the years had etched themselves into the delicate lines framing her mouth and

inside me suddenly burst. A ragged sob tore free from my constricted throat as I crumpled forward, burying my face in the soft cloth of her shirt. Her

fault," I choked out between ragged breaths, clutching at the fabric of her shirt as if it were

say that," she murmured, her voice thick with her own tears as her fingers stroked

my 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,

after that. No words would come,

felt like an eternity, holding each other as we cried. My mother cried silently, but I could feel her shoulders shake; she had