My Hockey Alpha

Nina

“Are you working for Edward? Huh?” Enzo snarled.

“What? N-No,” Justin said, squirming in Enzo’s tightening grip. Enzo had him pinned to the wall with a fistful of Justin’s shirt, and while he growled menacingly at Justin, onlookers began to murmur with worry and confusion.

“Enzo,” I said, reaching out and attempting to pry his fingers away from Justin’s shirt collar, “this isn’t like you. Let him go.”

Enzo snapped his head toward me. He glared at me for a long few moments, and I could see the hint of red peeking out through the soft brown of his eyes. He was angry, but there was also a hint of something else in his face. Jealousy. I felt my heart begin to race faster than it already was as our faces lingered closer to one another.

Finally, he tore his eyes away from me. “You’re a coward,” he said to Justin before finally releasing his grip on Justin’s shirt.

I looked over at Justin then, who had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. It almost looked like a mixture of pleasure and confusion, as though the brainwashing Edward had performed on him made him crave Enzo’s fury, but there was another, more innocent, part of him that didn’t understand what was happening. “Come on,” Enzo said to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me away. “Get away from this guy.”

I followed Enzo for a few steps before stopping and shaking my head. “No, Enzo,” I said, taking a step back. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” Enzo asked. He bent down so his face was closer to mine and lowered his voice in order to keep anyone else from overhearing. As he spoke, I could smell the leather on his jacket, and our closeness made me shiver. “What’s gotten into you that you would be so stupid as to eat breakfast with Justin knowing fully well that he’s one of Edward’s pawns?”

“By that logic,” I replied, feeling myself begin to fume as my hands curled up into fists at my sides while simultaneously being strangely attracted to Enzo’s sudden burst of territoriality, “you shouldn’t be talking to me, either, because Edward brainwashed me as well. For all you know, I could be working for him right now.”

Enzo and I glared into each other’s eyes for several long moments. His eyes burned with a mixture of desire and anger before he finally scoffed and pulled away. “Whatever,” he said, turning on his heel, “if you wanna be manipulated by Justin and get yourself into trouble again, then be my guest.”

With that, Enzo stormed away and left me with a pang in my chest. “Enzo! Wait!” I called after him, but he didn’t stop or turn around. I watched as he disappeared through the doors of the building, wondering to myself just how much Enzo had changed because of his torture.

When I finally turned back around, Justin was still standing there with wide eyes. As I began to approach, however, he quickly walked away without another word, leaving me alone with the murmuring onlookers. By this point, I had completely lost my appetite… So I left as well and tried to push my pain and confusion down for long enough to go to my classes that day.

…

feeling in my body and a desire to go

in. They stopped almost as soon

set my bag down on the counter and

and Jessica were silent for a moment before looking at each other, then

me, then handed me her phone. I furrowed my brow as I took it from

speed, his extreme strength, and even his glowing red eyes. There was also a video of him… Of us. It was taken on the night that he fought Ronan in the woods. I ran out of frame at the very beginning, which was when I

shaking as I looked back up

shrugged and shook her head

someone from one of the opposing hockey teams,” Lori interjected, “but it just doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo on his

party. The Crescents don’t want humans to figure out their identities just as much as the Fullmoons.

you

was already dealing with the stress of everything that had happened recently. “I don’t want him to

grabbed my bag off the counter and made my way over to Enzo’s dorm. When I arrived outside his door, I could hear the sound of music coming from his apartment; I knocked, but the music seemed

after knocking for a third time, the door

doorway, swaying back and forth slightly, with a bottle of

are you doing here?” he said,

the couch. I sighed and walked over to it, picking it up and turning back to face

scoffed and walked over to the couch, where he flopped down and sloshed a bit of whiskey on his shirt. He held the bottle out

arms across my chest as I glared down at him. “I take it you heard about

When he was finished, he

have