My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The coffee shop was dimly lit and quiet when I arrived, but also warm and cozy: the perfect atmosphere for working on my paper. I grabbed a quick coffee to stave off the constant feeling of exhaustion from my lack of proper sleep before I set my things down at a corner table and made myself comfortable. I opened my laptop and my notebook, then got to work.

However, as I worked, I couldn’t help but notice that my gaze kept slipping over to the table where K and I sat that one day when we first met. I tried to focus on my work, but each time I would look at that table, I would have flashbacks to the night that he tried to drag me through that swirling portal in the woods. Even now, as I thought of it, I could practically feel his hands still wrapped tightly around my ankles as I clawed desperately at the forest floor. It was as though his hands were burned there.

That event also made me think about this woman that they called ‘The Sister’. Was she somehow linked to my heritage? Tiffany had mentioned how my mother suddenly disappeared, cutting off all contact with the Peacekeepers out of nowhere. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think that maybe it was time to give my mom a call or even pay her a visit so I could learn more.

Suddenly, my thoughts were broken by the sound of the bell on the cafe door tinkling as someone came in. I looked up, tearing my gaze from the empty table where K and I once sat, to see none other than James walk in.

He looked even more haggard now than before. I watched as he ordered a triple shot of espresso, which was a copious amount of caffeine; had he been sleeping at all? As he turned back around and his glum, soulless eyes met mine, that suspicion was confirmed.

James suddenly put his head down and tried to scurry past me as though he never saw me, but I wasn’t about to let him leave. I jumped up and followed him out onto the sidewalk.

“James!” I shouted. He picked up his pace, still keeping his head down. I jogged after him and grabbed him by the elbow. “James.”

“What do you want?” he snapped, turning suddenly to face me. Now that we were closer and out in the daylight, I could see even more clearly how dark the circles were under his eyes and how gaunt his face looked.

“What’s going on with you?” I blurted out. “You don’t look good at all.”

He ripped his arm away from me, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’m just stressed about school, that’s all,” he said.

I frowned. “You and I both know that’s bullshit. You dropped your letter from your dad the other day. What’s this about a ‘family business’?”

James fell silent. His eyes became wide, and his lip began to quiver.

“James,” I said, reaching out to touch his shoulder, “is someone threatening you? Whatever they’re telling you to do, you don’t need to do it. This isn’t you. I know it.”

he flinched away and shot me an angry glare. “You don’t know the first thing about me,” he snarled.

him, but he was already

with my friend was completely out of character for him… And

…

after that strange interaction with James, so I finished my coffee and headed back to campus. I was going to head home to try and get some sleep, but as I passed by the hockey arena, I noticed that the door was propped open and light was spilling out onto the sidewalk. Worried that Enzo was still drilling the team incessantly and that it might lead to an injury, I decided to

alone on the ice. He was training harder than ever, but kept repeatedly failing at his drills and cursing loudly to himself. I watched quietly from the sidelines, shocked by his performance and his

I watched as he weaved back and forth between cones on the ice, keeping the puck with his

It missed.

hockey stick down with such force that it snapped in half. I watched as the two halves slid in opposite directions on the ice before I finally stepped out of the doorway

okay?” I

jumped when I spoke. “Don’t sneak up on people like that,” he growled, hastily skating around to pick up his broken hockey stick and the cones before he skated over to

he hobbled over to the bench and sank down with defeat. “Have you been training this

are slipping. I’d still

I bit my lip, fumbling

do you think your

answer right away. He glanced up at me with slightly glowing red eyes,

back had been from Edward’s beatings. He must have lost mobility from it; when we showered together that one night, he had needed help taking off his shirt and

haven’t been able to heal?”

and there, but not much. Whatever

for a moment, but then suddenly I had

your shirt off,”

me. “What?” he

ground. “As your doctor, I’m ordering

finally complied. He reached up to take his shirt off, but seemed to be having trouble just as

my eyes as I looked at his back. I’d almost forgotten how scarred he was. My wounds were fully healed with only three thin, white lines where Edward had slashed my stomach with his claws, but Enzo’s back was covered in long, pinkish-white scars that raised up from the rest of