My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I woke up to the sound of thunder and howling wind in a dark bedroom that was not my own.

Where was I?

I slowly sat up, peering through the cracked door that led to another room. I could make out the silhouette of a man on the couch. He was watching a scary movie on the TV.

It sounded like there was a hellish storm outside, but I was willing to go out there if it meant getting away from the man who drugged me.

I stood as slowly and quietly as I could, realizing now that I was only dressed in an oversized men’s t-shirt and my clothes were nowhere to be found. Did this lunatic have his way with me already? I shuddered at the thought, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes as I scanned the room for some sort of weapon. Maybe if I could sneak up on him and hit him over the head, it would knock him out long enough for me to grab my things and get the hell out of here.

Bingo! There was an umbrella hanging on the back of the door. It would take a lot of force, but I could do it. Surprisingly, I felt strong despite the drugs in my system.

I grabbed the umbrella off the door and slowly creaked the door open, stepping forward to strike….

He suddenly whipped his head around. I stood frozen like a deer in headlights with the umbrella poised over my head to hit him.

It was Enzo.

“Jesus!” he said, jumping up from the couch. “How are you even up right now?”

Enzo drugged me?

“You asshole!” I yelled, circling around the couch with the umbrella still ready to strike him. “You drugged me!” Enzo backed away, knocking into a

was right. Enzo was

my things so I could grab them and run. Hell, I didn’t even care about that anymore. I

he said, catching up to me and placing his hand

brow, straining to remember what happened before

your skeleton bodyguard. He

still pounding out of my chest, but when I looked up at Enzo, his face

of a sudden,

backwards. Enzo leaped forward and caught me just before I fell, wrapping his strong arms around me and scooping me up with ease as a wave of dizziness took over me. He quietly carried me over to the couch

my forehead with the back of his hand

businessman at the

I whispered when I finally felt like I

up in an unfamiliar place right after someone tried to hurt you. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve

slid off Enzo’s lap and onto the couch, tucking a strand of messy hair behind my ear. “I need to go home,” I said, standing; but as I

home when you’re able to walk without collapsing,” Enzo replied, his words immediately followed by a sudden crash of thunder that made the TV flicker. “Also, there’s a

up to my chest. Wordlessly, Enzo stood and grabbed a throw blanket from a chair. He came over and wrapped it around me with

after some banging around in there, he returned with a

said with a grin, sitting down next to me. “I figured you might be hungry. We’ve got popcorn, hot chocolate, grilled cheese, and there’s a vending machine down the hall if you want me to get you anything else. I’d order us a

help but

perfect,” I

grinned and picked up one of the

“I usually

of the dumb characters who kept getting themselves killed, and