My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I didn’t want to admit that it broke my heart to tell Enzo we couldn’t be together, but it was the right thing to do. We would be toxic together, and besides there was just too much drama surrounding the pseudo- relationship we already had for a real relationship to be able to blossom.

Admittedly, I didn’t know if I even wanted to go on this date with James after everything. Was it even a date, or were we just two friends meeting up to study? Either way, I didn’t know if it was a good idea, especially so soon after I told Enzo that we could only be friends.

I told Jessica everything, however, and she convinced me to go.

“Aw, come on, Nina!” Jessica said when I told her about James and Enzo.”

Are you really gonna let a guy who you hooked up with once stop you from going on a date with a really sweet guy who clearly likes you?”

I wanted to explain that it wasn’t just a’hookup, that Enzo had saved my life multiple times now and that he possibly even thought I was his mate, but I didn’t. Jessica would think I had. gone totally bonkers,

Lori chimed in then with a smile on her usually-stoic face. “James sounds like your type, anyway,” she said. ” Plus, you know how bad of an idea it is to get involved with hockey guys. And you know what they say…”

“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Jessica said with a grin and placed her hands. on her hips.

Lori rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t what I was gonna say, but I guess that works, too,” she grumbled, returning to her book.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

up with him. But I’m not having sex with him

with a pair of thigh high socks and ankle boots. Aside from a bit of

up with James. He was sitting at the fountain and reading a book, wearing his

him. He looked up and

checked me out and it made me blush a bit. “You look nice.” I blushed even harder and

I said sheepishly. “Ready for studying at the

James and I walked to the bus stop, I felt eyes on the back

that Enzo I saw

made it to the coffee shop and sat down at a window table with our drinks, where we set up our laptops and notebooks to

we got more comfortable, we started chatting while studying. James was incredibly smart and wound up helping me a lot with my research, but we also got to know each other a bit

topic as a PhD student?” I

what my dissertation is gonna be on; why we have

about Enzo’s werewolf DNA; I wondered if James would know anything about something like that, or at least have some sort of interest in the subject, “So let’s say…” I said, choosing my words carefully so as not to sound like a

making my face turn red. “I’m sorry,” I said.

embarrassed look as he realized what he did. “I mean… It’s not that unlikely. We all share DNA with most mammals. Like monkeys. We did come from the same

wolves?” I

the same with all mammals… But it’s only basic connections, like physical structure. Put a head here, put some legs there, give us a womb, you know. Stuff that would

not to ask any further. It was silly of me to think otherwise; humans didn’t have any close links to wolves. If werewolves truly were real and I wasn’t at the center of a