My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I woke up in a dimly lit room that smelled oddly of lemon cleaning solution. My throat felt raw and sore, and it took longer than usual after opening my eyes for my vision to come back into focus. Finally, when it did, I realized that it seemed as though I was in some sort of brightly lit prison cell. It almost felt like something out of a science fiction movie, like I had been abducted by aliens. There were no windows.

“H-Hello?” I croaked. I tried to sit up, only to realize that my wrists and ankles were being held in place by leather straps that were attached to the bed. “Hello? Let me out!” I shouted, struggling against the restraints.

No one came.

I wasn’t sure how long I thrashed against the restraints as I tried desperately to get free, screaming and practically foaming at the mouth. Eventually, I tired myself out. I knew, now, that no one was coming for me.

Where was I? It appeared to be some sort of strange prison-like room, but… Where was I? And why was I here? I couldn’t remember anything past seeing Edward’s cold, glowing eyes fixed on me. That was it: he must’ve hypnotized me and had me locked up somewhere.

Maybe Enzo would come for me. Surely, being one of my closest friends, he would know that something was wrong and he would come straight for me. But as I remembered what had happened at the party… Would he even care to come and look for me? Had whatever Ronan did to me on the night of the party broken any trust that Enzo had left in me?

I wanted to hope that Enzo would come for me, but at the same time, I couldn’t know for sure. What if I was trapped somewhere far away, somewhere that he would never find me even if he tried?

There was no way I could just lay here and pray that someone would come for me. I would have to get out on my own.

I started by looking around the room for something, anything, that could eventually help me to escape. At the same time, I started memorizing everything that could be even remotely important for the future, just in case I did somehow get out and would have to give a report to the police: the number of ceiling tiles, the number of fluorescent lightbulbs on the ceiling, the sound of water dripping from a pipe…

I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door to my containment cell slide open in an oddly

up. I know you’re

Edward.

muffle my screams. I watched then in horror as he pulled a small, metal rolling table up to the side of my bed and retrieved a syringe from a

cloth in my mouth, struggling against the restraints again as

of my upper arm. I thrashed harder and managed

“Get away from me!”

merely sighed and looked into my

will only take a

as I struggled with all my might, to no avail. My screams intensified as Edward pinched the skin on my upper arm

was suddenly overcome with

tossed the syringe down onto the rolling cart before walking over to the end of my bed. He picked up a clipboard, speaking to me hushed tones as he made notes on the board. Something

And werewolves.

couldn’t. I couldn’t move, either,

everything went

but this one was different from the “bedroom” that I woke up in originally. This room was darker, and the restraints didn’t just stop at my ankles and wrists. He

a single, bright spotlight that shined down from above. I could hear some murmuring from the darkness before footsteps approached. A large, meaty hand reached out and grabbed the light, swiveling it so that it now shined down directly on my face