My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I woke up the next morning in a daze and not knowing where I was. As I cracked my eyes open against the light coming in through the window and started to get my bearings, I realized from the smell of the wood and the forest around me, in combination with the smell of campfire smoke and the sound of voices outside, that I was in one of the cabins in the forest.

But… How did I get here?

My head was pounding, making it difficult to remember exactly what had happened last night. I remembered coming to the party with Lori and Jessica… I remembered seeing Lisa and Justin talking to one another by the fire, and that they seemed suspicious… I remembered following Justin out into the woods…

Suddenly, my eyes widened and I shot up in bed as I remembered running into Ronan in the woods. Running into him, and then feeling an impact on the side of my head followed by darkness, was the only thing that I could remember. Had Enzo come and saved me? Did he bring me into one of the cabins to recover?

I looked around frantically for Enzo, but he wasn’t there.

In fact, there was no sign of Enzo anywhere.

But as I looked down at myself, I realized that I wasn’t wearing my clothes. I was dressed in nothing but my underwear. My jeans, my sweater, my socks, and my boots were strewn haphazardly across the cabin as though they had been ripped off frantically.

What had happened after I blacked out?

My head still reeling, I climbed out of the rickety wooden cabin bed and looked around for my phone, finally spotting it on the floor in the corner — thankfully, it was still intact. I opened it to see dozens of notifications from Lori, Jessica, and… Twitter.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I opened Twitter, pressing my hand over my mouth when I saw what had been posted about me.

There were dozens of pictures and videos circulating of me, but not innocent pictures like the ones that had been taken in the past of Enzo and I months before. No, these were worse. Far worse, worse even than the pictures that Richard’s assistant took when she was stalking me.

didn’t remember any of

hand-in-hand with Ronan, a wide smile plastered across my face as I leaned on his arm. Videos of me dancing with him by the fire, grinding myself on him erotically. Pictures of us

caring if I actually broke the screen this time as I quickly ran over to my pile

I whispered to myself. “No, no, no… I don’t

on me. He, Lisa, and Justin must have set this up as a way to get under my skin —

the floor as I hopped around the cabin, pulling my socks on, and dialed Enzo.

voicemail. I tried again, and this time, it went straight to voicemail after just one

deliberately ignoring

to leave him a

to me. I don’t know what happened. Ronan came after me

heart racing, and pocketed my phone before swinging

up to me as I ran down the

I growled, storming

the wrong side of the cabin,” she

fists at my sides as rage took over me. Without considering the consequences, as though something

I snarled, then slapped her as hard as I could across the

erupted into a chorus of gasps. Lisa, her mouth hanging open, raised her shaking hand to her reddening cheek. “You hit me!”

running up to Lisa and wrapping her in her arms. “Get the fuck out of

to explain myself; I just needed to get away. I turned on my heel and took off, glancing one last time over my shoulder to see Lisa being swarmed by her friends… And she looked up at me with an evil smirk on her