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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.”

in my chest. “Enzo! Wait!” I called after him, but he didn’t stop or turn around. I

another word, leaving me alone with the murmuring onlookers.

…

an aching feeling in my body and a desire

I walked in. They stopped almost as soon as I entered and looked up with wide eyes, almost as though they’d been caught in the middle of

set my bag down on the counter and kicked my

were silent for a moment before looking at each other, then back at

proof of Enzo’s… heritage,” Jessica said. She stood and walked over to me, then handed me her phone. I furrowed my brow as

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 beginning, which was when I had run after the stalker, but the camera stayed focused on Enzo

as I looked back up at Jessica

shrugged and shook her head

teams,” Lori interjected, “but it just doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo on his werewolf

as much as the Fullmoons. But I don’t know who would do this, or why.” I handed Jessica’s phone back, then, without

are you going?” Lori

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

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, but the music seemed to drown me

for a third time, the door swung

swaying back and forth slightly, with a bottle of whiskey in

you doing here?” he said, almost

in shambles, and there was another empty whiskey bottle lying on the floor by the couch. I sighed and walked over to

and sloshed a bit of whiskey on his shirt. He held the bottle

as I glared down at him. “I take it you

swig of whiskey. When he was finished, he looked up at me.