My Hockey Alpha

Nina

“If you’re only going to get in the way with that, then… I’ll have to kill you, too.”

As James spoke, his voice was dark and sinister. He slowly backed me into a corner, leaving me nowhere to go. I felt a slight chuckle escape my lips, wondering if he was just joking… But he wasn’t. As I looked into James’ dark, grim face, I knew now that he was being one hundred percent serious, and suddenly the knot in my throat grew so large I could hardly breathe.

“J-James…” I stammered, pressing my back up against the wall, “…This isn’t you. I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

“You’re right,” he responded in a low, even voice. “But you’re leaving me no choice. I can’t let you leave here if you’re just planning on helping those dirty, disgusting monsters.”

“I-I won’t do anything,” I pleaded. “Please. I’m on your side.”

James chuckled. “I’m not stupid, Nina. I know you’re full of shit. Enzo sent you here, didn’t he? Are you his little minion?”

As he spoke, his voice hissed through his teeth and his hand shot out. He grabbed my wrist tightly, pinning it against the wall and making me cry out in unexpected pain.

“James!” I said as I wriggled beneath his grip. “Enzo didn’t send me. I swear. You can trust me.”

He still didn’t believe me. His grip only tightened around my wrist while his other hand worked its way up to my throat. I tried to kick him as I thrashed to get free, but he was suddenly much stronger than I ever imagined and I felt so weak beneath his touch. Where was my wolf’s strength when I needed her? Ever since I met Selena, I couldn’t feel my wolf’s presence at all.

of those beasts,” James growled as he held me, his fingers slowly

pleaded. “He’s a werewolf, too. He’s more evil than Enzo. You were

of Edward, but he shook his head and tightened his grip around my throat. I felt my airways begin to constrict, and I tried to pry his fingers away with my free hand as I started to choke.

was all I could choke out. He began to slide me up the wall by my neck. I wriggled helplessly, gasping for what little air I

going

a far worse way down

flashed in front of me. I felt myself begin

I saw another face as my

Enzo’s sad, lonesome eyes staring back at me

hold out hope that he would come back

felt something soft come into contact with my

groaned from the other side

eyes to look at me, then twisted his face into a menacing scowl and lunged for me. I rolled away, still choking for air, but he just managed to miss me as he reached for a handful of

I couldn’t; my throat felt as though it was on fire. Without a look back, I ran over to

his gun, so I flung my bag over

gun again and say something vile, but I was finally on

bolt of searing pain shot up my leg and I cried out, but I had to keep going. Without a second wasted, I grabbed my bag off of the ground, scrambled

And I ran.