My Hockey Alpha
Chapter 33: The Meetup
Nina
The next day, I ran home after my classes and changed into the most nondescript outfit I could come up with for my meeting with K: a plain black hoodie, baggy black jeans, a plain black hat that I tucked my hair into, sunglasses, and a surgical mask.
“Geez,” Lori said from the couch as I stepped out of my room. “Trying to hide from the paparazzi?”
I realized how ridiculous I probably looked, but I had already prepared an excuse in the event of being seen like this.
“I have to go to Planned Parenthood,” I said.
Lori’s eyes widened. “You’re not… pregnant, are you?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, just a regular checkup. But last time I went there were these crazy religious people outside who were ranting about how I was going to hell even though I was just there to get treated for a UTI, so I like to play it safe from now on.”
“That’s fair,” Lori replied, returning to her book.
Satisfied with my excuse, I left the dorms and headed toward town.
K and I planned to meet up at a local coffee shop. He said he would be wearing a red t-shirt. I stepped into the coffee shop and looked around nervously, my palms sweating while all of the worst possible scenarios played through my head. What if he didn’t show up, then jumped me while I was on my way home? What if he stalked me home, snuck into my dorm, and killed me? Even with Luke there to protect me, I didn’t know what this guy was capable of. For all I knew, he could Chapter 3 The Matu have already been stalking me and knew about Luke. Maybe he even had experience fighting talking skeletons.
I suddenly felt incredibly stupid for doing this and considered turning around and going home, but when I saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting at a corner table, looking sad as he held his to-go cup of coffee, I didn’t feel so afraid anymore. I knew you couldn’t judge a book by its cover, but something told me that he wasn’t dangerous.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the table. He looked up from his coffee and looked me up and down, seeming a bit amused by my hair tucked into my hat and my face fully covered.
“You must be N,” he said, gesturing for me to sit down. “I’m not gonna stalk you, you know. You don’t need to hide your whole face like that. If anything, you’re drawing attention.
I looked around to see that other people in the coffee shop were giving me strange looks, probably wondering if I was going to rob the place. Feeling embarrassed, I took off my sunglasses and mask, and freed my braids from my hat.
out his hand for me to shake it. His hand was large and calloused as though he had been a manual laborer his entire life, but his grip
leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his coffee, you
about Enzo or not. He did claim to be a werewolf hunter in his forum post, and I didn’t exactly want Enzo killed. I just wanted information.
I’m not entirely sure. I
the waiter poured my coffee, then spoke
information,” he said. “Where
and fiddled with my coffee cup as I thought. “From the beginning, I guess,” I replied. “When did
hand along his beard, stroking it. “My wife and infant daughter were killed
widened. “I’m so
happened a long time ago,” he replied. “Not that I don’t still grieve for #Chopter 13 The Meetup
“Why were they killed?”
that they refer to as a ‘mate’. Like real wolves, only the bond is more powerful. They claim to all have one fated mate, their one true love, someone whose wolf
find this person, they become obsessed.
your wife as its
goes to show that the whole concept
few moments. I began to wonder if that was why Enzo was so obsessed with me; did he think I was his “mate”? Would he kill me if I kept
any way a werewo- a Lycan, mean- can
his coffee. “If I had known that thirty years
think I was his mate, then maybe a witch
you know where I can find a witch?” I blurted
a Lycan problem, huh?” he said. I hesitantly nodded, still fiddling with my coffee cup. K looked around to
anything I had ever seen, aside from saber-toothed tiger skulls that I had seen in museums before. My eyes widened as I realized that this tooth
but I can make sure that… that thing doesn’t hurt anyone
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