My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0805 Nina

The dizzying swirl of the realm jump left my head spinning for a few precarious moments as the world rematerialized around us. One second, we had been standing in the sterile confines of our headquarters the next, the familiar sights and scents of the werewolf realm enveloped us in a dizzying rush.

My heart was pounding, a rumble of nervous anticipation reverberating through my veins. After all this time wondering, fearing the worst... Aldric, my father, was alive.

The thought was almost too overwhelming to process. I clung to Enzo's hand, drawing strength from his solid presence as we hurried through the grand halls toward the infirmary wing. The corridors blurred past us in a kaleidoscope of tapestries and stained glass until at last, we reached the ornate double doors.

The first face we saw was my mother, who was standing by the doors with an ashen look on her face. Neither of us spoke. I surged forward and flung my arms around her, feeling her slender form crumple a bit in my embrace.

"Is he..." I murmured, my voice trailing off.

My mother drew in a shuddering breath. "He's alive," she whispered. "But Nina..." She pulled back, grasping me by both shoulders with a grave expression in her eyes.

"It's not good, is it?" I asked.

She shook her head, the tears in her eyes growing heavier. "I just want you to be prepared, honey."

I swallowed, nodding stiffly. Beside me, I felt Enzo slip his arm around me. Normally, his touch was a comfort. But right now, it felt as if nothing could comfort me. Finally, my mother pulled back and stepped aside to allow me

access.

reassuring squeeze. I could only manage a tight nod in response. As we stepped inside the infirmary, the familiar scent of our people's herbal remedies mixed with the scent of modern disinfectants, creating a dizzying assault on

The strangled whisper escaped my

the chair beside him as I drank in his ashen complexion, the bandages wrapping his chest and

of the formidable Alpha

father's eyelids fluttered open, his feverish gaze struggling to

he rasped, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his cracked

limp fingers carefully. "It's going to be okay, you're home

late for that." An ominous cough rattled his bones, crimson spattering his lips. Internal

sight of the blood, panic spiking through my veins. No, this couldn't be happening, not after we

in a wisp of a voice. "I... caught up with her. She had been creating a safehouse in the mountain ranges after fleeing her palace. When I

as if an iron vise had clenched around them. Somehow,

herself, didn't she?" The question slipped out, barely more

effort. "Threw herself... from the edge of a cliff," he rasped. "Impaled on

way out, denying us the vengeance and closure we so desperately needed. She had spat in the face of cosmic justice one

teeth, hot tears stinging my eyes. "She should have paid for what

what little strength he had left. "Vengeance is... a soul- sickening pursuit. Sometimes in this life...

rattling breath that sent a

eyes finally focusing on mine with an unprecedented intensity. "You... you must focus on healing those wounds, on guiding our

What about you?" I whispered. "Dad, you're not going to die... You've still got so much

that turned into a choked cough. "I've lived for nearly two hundred years, Nina," he said. "My time