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.”

running a hand through his curly hair, then gestured toward the locker room. “Come on,” he

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

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

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

down to my elbows. I felt silly wearing

turn around now,” I

spread across his face. I pouted and folded my

make fun of me,”

of brown hair fall into his eyes a bit. “I’m not making fun of you,” he murmured, averting his gaze to the floor. “You

pout turned into a slight smile, and I looked down

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 on our impulses,

rumbled in Enzo’s throat as he towered over me, pressing his palm into the lockers above my head. I tilted my face up to look at him, and for a long moment, our lips hovered tantalizingly close to one another. I pictured him lifting up the hockey jersey he loaned me and running his hands along my body, eventually pulling down my jeans just

door opened. Enzo quickly seemed to come to his senses. The glow in his eyes faded, and he jumped

other about the protesters and the upcoming hockey game, but the throbbing feeling in my panties

do something about

glanced over to look at Enzo, who now had his back turned to me as he rifled through

say anything about it at the hockey

of it if they get too out of hand, and besides: there’s no convincing