My Hockey Alpha

Nina

As I ran down the street, my heart racing while the men behind me chased closely behind, I couldn’t help but feel completely defenseless. Even if I screamed, no one would hear me; there was no one around, no houses or open stores. For all I knew, these men were Crescents as well. And without the help of my wolf, I was just a human who was outnumbered by three men who were potentially werewolves themselves.

“Get her!” I heard one man, the driver, say. I heard their footsteps pounding closer and closer on the pavement, and I could only run so fast in my high heels.

I spotted a narrow alleyway, so I took my chances and darted in between the buildings. I stumbled over discarded trash and debris from the Crescents’ attack a few weeks prior, and for a moment I thought that I had gained some distance between myself and the three men who were chasing me.

And yet, as though the universe simply didn’t want me to escape, I heard a snap and suddenly lurched forward. My hands and knees scraped on the pavement, destroying my tights and turning my palms raw and bloody.

My heel had broken. As I struggled to remove my broken shoes so I could keep running barefoot, however, I knew it was a useless effort when the men surrounded me. Two men came up behind me while the other circled around and entered the alley from the other side.

“Thought you could get away?” the driver asked.

“Fuck you,” I whispered. I balled up a wad of spit in my mouth and spat it straight at his face, causing it to land right in his eye. The man grimaced and wiped it away, then snapped his fingers. The other two men advanced on me; one grabbed my hair and hauled me to my feet while the other lunged for my skirt. I kicked wildly and screamed, but it was no use. The men were too strong, and the three of them easily overpowered me.

During those moments, I was prepared to accept whatever was about to happen to me. I couldn’t fight back, and no one could hear my screams. There was no knowing how close or how far my friends were, and for all I knew the men would get their way with me before my friends could come to my rescue.

If only my wolf were here. If I had my wolf’s strength, I knew I would at least be able to stand a fighting chance for a few minutes until my friends arrived. But my wolf was gone — whatever tiny flicker of her existence that I had felt the other night when I looked into Enzo’s eyes was now nowhere to be found — and I was just a defenseless human.

my clothes. I tried to bite, kick, and scratch, but it was no use; the man holding my hair only ripped at my hair even harder, causing me to cry out in pain, while the other two men worked at my skirt and tights. Eventually, I finally went limp in the hopes

sweaty hand sliding up my thigh while his other hand worked at his belt

roughly slid my shirt up to expose my breasts. “Hmm,” he said, tugging

All I could do at that point was pray that someone would

strange happened. Out of nowhere, as the men were ripping my panties

My wolf.

but it was

me,” I thought to her.

that she had the strength to speak — but she heard me. Suddenly, I felt a little bit of her strength surge through me. It was just a small amount, but it was enough to give me the power to wrench myself free of the man holding my hair. I grabbed his wrist and twisted,

he moaned, holding his wrist. “You

at me, but I dodged. His fist made contact with the brick wall. I heard

this time; they were quick, and I was still outnumbered. The driver held my wrists up

regret that, you little

regret choosing me as a target,” I

groin, instantly sending him to the ground in agony. I kicked him again while he was down, then fixed my eyes on the third man who was

at first, but as I saw his face turn as white as a ghost, I knew that he was seeing something that I