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

through the countless pictures of me walking back to the party 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 pressing our

my phone onto the cabin floor, not caring if I actually broke the screen this time as I quickly ran over to my pile of clothes and

“No, no, no… I

have done something to me, used some sort of werewolf spell on me.

I picked my phone back up off the floor as I hopped around the cabin, pulling my socks on, and dialed Enzo. Surely

phone rang… And rang. It went to voicemail. I tried again, and this time, it went straight to voicemail after just

was deliberately ignoring

to leave him

I wasn’t conscious last night,” I said frantically, yanking one of my boots on. “Please listen to me. I don’t know what happened. Ronan came after me in the woods, and I don’t remember anything after that. You have

up, my heart racing, and pocketed my phone before swinging the

an evil smirk on her face and sauntered up to me as I ran down the cabin steps. “If it isn’t the whore who thought that

off, Lisa,” I

up on the wrong side of the cabin,” she said in a condescending voice,

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

slapped her as hard

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

Lisa and wrapping her in her arms.

and took off, glancing one last time over my shoulder to see Lisa being swarmed by her friends… And she