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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.”

after him, but he didn’t stop or turn around. I watched as he disappeared through the doors of

onlookers. By this point, I had completely lost my

…

with an aching feeling in my body and a

sitting in the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones, when I walked in. They stopped almost as soon as I entered and looked

I set my bag down on the counter

silent for a moment before looking

furrowed my brow as I took it from her, but then my eyes widened as I saw what

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

my hands shaking as I looked

shook her head apologetically.

doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo on his werewolf identity,

want humans to figure out their identities just as much as the

you going?”

to talk to Enzo,” I said as I imagined him sitting at home, fuming over this when he was already dealing with the

Jessica could protest, I grabbed my bag off the counter and made my way over to Enzo’s dorm. When I arrived outside his door, I could hear the sound of

a third time, the door

swaying back and forth slightly, with a bottle

doing here?”

the couch. I sighed and walked over to it, picking it up and turning back to face him. “I was worried about you,” I said, holding up the whiskey bottle and shaking it lightly. “It seems

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

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

whiskey. When he