My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the massive window as it rose over the ocean. My night of ecstasy with Enzo made me temporarily forget about the horrors that happened in the forest the night before, but as I rolled over and realized that Enzo was no longer there, I suddenly sat up and remembered everything.

Feeling a pit in my stomach as I worried where Enzo might have gone, I quickly crawled out of the enormous king-sized bed and looked around for my clothes.

After I looked around for a minute, I finally found my clothes; they had

already been washed and dried, and were folded neatly on a chair by the window. Had Enzo done this for me? I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I put on the clean clothes, my smile growing as I realized that they smelled like him now. He had left one of his hoodies for me as well on the chair. I put it on gratefully and inhaled his scent.

“Enzo?” I called, poking my head out of the bedroom door once I was dressed. I looked both ways in the dark hallway and didn’t see anyone, but I heard voices downstairs.

When I walked downstairs, Lewis and another man were talking in the kitchen in hushed voices. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but by the time I was close enough to be able to hear anything, they both snapped their heads up as I approached and halted their conversation.

“Good morning,” I said timidly, hoping that they hadn’t heard my moans the night before and that they hadn’t seen me naked in the backyard during our midnight swim. “Have either of you seen Enzo?”

Lewis turned around to look at me. His face appeared weathered from years of hard work, but his green eyes were still bright, a stark contrast from his

tanned skin. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he had broad shoulders and a muscular build. He wore jeans and a dirty denim jacket, as though he was dressed to do manual labor. The other man was dressed similarly, although he was much taller and lankier.

Lewis replied, nodding his head toward the basement door. “Enzo is down there questioning

to the door. Lewis called after me:

moment with my hand on the doorknob, wondering if I should just turn back and wait for Enzo, but decided against it. “It’s alright,” I said, opening the door. “I’m the

headed down the basement steps, but I heard him pick up his conversation where he left off with the other man.

sound of Enzo’s muffled voice coming from a room in the back. Biting my lip, I quietly walked toward the door to listen in on what he

your finger,” I heard him

not telling you

skin hitting skin and a grunt, as if Enzo was punching Ronan. My eyes widened as

approaching footsteps on the cement floor and jumped back just in time for Enzo to yank the door open

he said quietly, barring me with his body from seeing Ronan. “I don’t want you seeing this. It’s no place for a girl like

can’t handle blood? I’m the one Ronan was hunting;

stepped out of the way. I walked past him to see Ronan tied to a chair in the middle of the

so kind as to tell your boyfriend that he’s wasting his time trying to get me to talk? It’s

of the door with an angry expression, his red eyes fixed on Ronan as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. I turned back to face Ronan, narrowing my

It was almost as if there was something inside of me,

of the chair leaning over him so that our faces were mere inches apart. His eyes flashed orange as I stared into