My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 117

Not a Monster

Nina

As I looked down at the rotten, smelly mess of tomato guts on the front of my white shirt, the people around me began to laugh hysterically.

“Werewolf-fucker!” the girl who threw the tomato shouted, laughing maniacally.

“You’re protecting a monster!” another guy yelled.

The crowd erupted into a mixture of mocking and angry chatter, and all I felt was Enzo’s arm wrap around me. He began to usher me toward the hockey arena, shielding me from a barrage of other items being thrown. I had never expected it to get out of hand like this.

We rushed toward the arena. Enzo flung the door open and helped me in, shutting it firmly behind us. I could still hear the muffled sound of the rioting crowd outside, and I hoped that my friends got out before anything bad happened.

“Why did you do that?” Enzo asked, turning to face me.

I felt my face get hot. “I don’t know,” I said. “I just sort of did it. You’ve done so much for me… Taking a rotten tomato to the front of my shirt was the least I could do.”

a hand through his curly hair, then gestured toward the

we were inside with the door shut, the muffled sounds of the protesters faded away completely, leaving us with a welcome silence. Enzo walked over to his locker and dropped his duffle bag on the floor. I followed, then watched as he retrieved an extra hockey jersey with his number

turned his back and folded his arms. Just before he did, however, I could see that his cheeks had turned slightly red, and I wondered if he

I pulled my dirty shirt off over my head and tossed it in the trash, not even wanting to bother with trying to get the rotten tomato smell out of it in the wash. Even if I did get the smell out, I would probably not be able to wear it without remembering

my elbows. I felt silly wearing something so oversized, but at the same time, it was oddly comforting; it smelled like him. That sweet, woodsy scent that I had become

around

then, a smirk spread across his face. I pouted and folded my arms

fun of me,”

hair fall into his eyes a bit. “I’m not making fun of you,” he

at his words. My embarrassed pout turned into a slight

up to see him staring intently at me, his eyes glowing red. There was a hungry expression on his face, and he subconsciously licked his lips before stepping toward me. As he closed the distance between us, I dropped my arms from where they were folded across my chest and back to my sides, looking up at him with my brain scattered. He had just told me that we couldn’t act

tilted my face up to look at him, and for a long moment, our lips hovered

come to his senses. The glow in his eyes faded, and he jumped away from

chattering to each other about the protesters and the upcoming hockey game, but the throbbing feeling in my panties and the feeling of

something about those

who now had his back turned to me as he rifled through his

know,” Bryce replied. “Enzo, are you gonna say anything

of it if they