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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 281

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 281: The Watcher

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Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

scent slowly came to my nostrils. It was fading quickly, but it was there. I recognized it immediately as Lewis’

did he know we were here? The only possibility that came into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my father’s house. I hadn’t gone there since he died, as I had assumed that Lewis and his followers were hiding out there and I didn’t have time to deal

Nina, who was still standing by

came running up to me and

with the Crescents; and if he wasn’t, then he was, at the very least, up to no good. He clearly wanted my father to not come back, and he may have already heard about my father’s death now. Either he was working with the Crescents all along

so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me

and put my finger to my lips to indicate for her to stay quiet, which she did. We then quietly walked further into the forest, following what looked like a

snow, sniffing the air. Lewis’ scent had long since dissipated, but when I looked down, I could see that there were footprints in the snow. They looked like large boots, which only confirmed my suspicions. Nina was right when she said that someone was watching

still a mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through windows, around corners, and through the trees for who

there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape. I hated everything that

the snow for a few moments. I could feel her trembling slightly beside me, although I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or just

trees, we were able to speak freely. The sound of the ocean rushed up on us the moment we stepped out from the deafening treeline, masking our