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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 112

Bad Romance

Nina

“Are you working for Edward? Huh?” Enzo snarled.

“What? N-No,” Justin said, squirming in Enzo’s tightening grip. Enzo had him pinned to the wall with a fistful of Justin’s shirt, and while he growled menacingly at Justin, onlookers began to murmur with worry and confusion.

“Enzo,” I said, reaching out and attempting to pry his fingers away from Justin’s shirt collar, “this isn’t like you. Let him go.”

Enzo snapped his head toward me. He glared at me for a long few moments, and I could see the hint of red peeking out through the soft brown of his eyes. He was angry, but there was also a hint of something else in his face. Jealousy. I felt my heart begin to race faster than it already was as our faces lingered closer to one another.

Finally, he tore his eyes away from me. “You’re a coward,” he said to Justin before finally releasing his grip on Justin’s shirt.

I looked over at Justin then, who had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. It almost looked like a mixture of pleasure and confusion, as though the brainwashing Edward had performed on him made him crave Enzo’s fury, but there was another, more innocent, part of him that didn’t understand what was happening. “Come on,” Enzo said to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me away. “Get away from this guy.”

I followed Enzo for a few steps before stopping and shaking my head. “No, Enzo,” I said, taking a step back. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” Enzo asked. He bent down so his face was closer to mine and lowered his voice in order to keep anyone else from overhearing. As he spoke, I could smell the leather on his jacket, and our closeness made me shiver. “What’s gotten into you that you would be so stupid as to eat breakfast with Justin knowing fully well that he’s one of Edward’s pawns?”

“By that logic,” I replied, feeling myself begin to fume as my hands curled up into fists at my sides while simultaneously being strangely attracted to Enzo’s sudden burst of territoriality, “you shouldn’t be talking to me, either, because Edward brainwashed me as well. For all you know, I could be working for him right now.”

Enzo and I glared into each other’s eyes for several long moments. His eyes burned with a mixture of desire and anger before he finally scoffed and pulled away. “Whatever,” he said, turning on his heel, “if you wanna be manipulated by Justin and get yourself into trouble again, then be my guest.”

him, but he didn’t stop or turn around. I watched as he disappeared through the doors of the building, wondering to myself just how much

turned back around, Justin was still standing there with wide eyes. As I began to approach, however, he quickly walked away without another word, leaving me alone with the murmuring onlookers. By

…

classes, I returned to my dorm with an aching feeling in my body and a desire to

soon as I entered and looked up with wide eyes, almost as though they’d been caught

asked as I set my bag down on

moment before

then handed me her phone. I furrowed my brow as I took it from her, but then my eyes widened as I saw what was on

videos of Enzo showcasing his inhuman speed, his extreme strength, and even his glowing red eyes. There was also a video of him… Of us. It was taken on the night that he fought Ronan in the woods. I ran out of frame at the very

this…?” I said, my hands shaking as I looked back up at Jessica and Lori

and shook her head

be someone from one of the opposing hockey teams,” Lori interjected, “but it just doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo on

“You’re right. It’s gotta be a third party. The Crescents don’t want humans to figure out their identities just as much as the Fullmoons. But I don’t know who would do this, or why.” I

you going?”

said as I imagined him sitting at home, fuming over this when he was already dealing with the stress of everything that

the counter and made my way over to Enzo’s dorm. When I arrived outside his door, I could hear the sound of music coming from his apartment; I knocked,

a third time,

doorway, swaying back and forth

here?” he said, almost

another empty whiskey bottle lying on the floor by the couch. I sighed and walked over to it, picking it up and turning back to face

the couch, where he flopped down and sloshed a bit of whiskey on his shirt. He held the bottle out to me.

and folded my arms across my chest as I glared down

and took another swig of whiskey. When he