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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 230

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 230: Too Late

Nina

“I won’t let you leave my side,” Enzo whispered. His voice was a low growl, and his eyes flashed an even brighter red as he spoke. I knew that he was serious, and after the fact that we were almost caught by what sounded like a guard, maybe he was right. Maybe it was better if we stuck together in case something bad happened.

I was just worried that once we rescued Richard, Selena would only become more agitated once she found out and she would either strengthen her defenses so we couldn’t save the Alpha King, or she would come after us and stop us before we ever were even able to come back.

Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. What Luke said next only solidified that.

“This entire place is shrouded in magic,” he whispered, sounding stern as he looked at me. “Even if you’re able to get the Alpha King to recognize you, Selena’s claws are probably already dug in too deep. It would take days, maybe even weeks, to break the spell she has on him; she’s had years to perfect her tactics over him, and even though he’s your biological father, you don’t have the power of the fated mate bond that you have with Enzo. It’s too risky, and we need to focus on getting out of here with Richard first. We can come back once he’s safe.”

I nodded. Although it hurt to have to come back with the possibility that Selena could even possibly kill our father in the meantime, Luke and Enzo were right. I felt like a bit of an idiot for even considering the possibility that I could handle a mission like that on my own, and I didn’t want to leave Luke and Enzo alone if Selena showed up. I had already made up my mind that I needed to be the one to stop Selena, and I could never live with myself if she did something to them while I was trying to deal with the Alpha King.

whispered, feeling a bit

again as Luke quietly cracked the door open and peered out both ways, swiveling his head left and right to make sure that the coast was clear before he slipped out. Enzo and I followed, and the three of us continued our journey through

an equally narrow hallway that wasn’t even wide enough for us to walk next to each other, so we had to walk in a single file line. Even then, however, I continued to hold Enzo’s hand. His grip on my hand was tight, as though he

with each other. I wished that we were safely back in our dorms, without the threat of Selena coming after us. But, at the very least, I was glad to have Enzo back;

if I pretended that there wasn’t a likely possibility that Selena and I would die tonight, I could imagine

But it wasn’t.

us made our way up the stairs. The steps were creaky, and we all had to walk with painstaking care so as not to make too much noise. It was easy for Luke and myself to walk up the stairs without causing them to creak too much, but Enzo was big and heavy from all of the muscle in his body, and several

no one

what felt like an eternity and came out into another, wider hallway. There was a balcony inside that looked out over the first floor below us, which allowed us to see our surroundings a bit more. We could see that there were two guards standing in the entryway below, facing the front door. They were talking in hushed voices, and were clearly not paying too much attention, which allowed us to quietly sneak

long hallway. This one was lined with large windows on either side that had curved designs etched into the glass, causing the light from the full moon to cast patterns on the floor. The three of us quickly made our way down the hallway, taking care not to be seen through the large windows in case anyone was looking, and then came to a point where the hallway branched off

nothing more than a gentle gust of wind. He pointed to the right, where the corridor went straight on until it reached a dead end with a large alcove that contained a marble statue, and Luke and

exactly which room belonged to his father. But when we came to the last door in the hallway, I could tell

then watched as he slowly turned the

canopy bed, a low fire glowed in the fireplace. It seemed as though the fire hadn’t been tended to in some time, and was getting close to being nothing but embers. The bed, which was made out of what looked like mahogany wood with ornate spiral designs carved into the four tall posts, had a heavy drapery over the top that came down and