My Hockey Alpha

Nina

That night, I ran into Eli. Although our conversation was brief, it told me all I needed to know.

As I looked at him, his appearance began to morph once more into Enzo’s. His eyes became the soft brown color I had grown to love, his hair became curly and brown, and his face morphed into the handsome, sharp appearance I had become so familiar with over the past few months.

Maybe Selena really was pulling some sort of prank on me. Maybe these two new transfer students weren’t actually Selena or Enzo, but were in fact actors who had some sort of spell put on them to make me think that they were Selena and Enzo. That would be the most logical explanation.

But the way that “Sadie” glared at me through the window — Enzo’s window, for that matter — that night, the way that she threatened me in the bathroom at the dance a couple of nights before, and the way that Eli looked at me, all made me think otherwise.

In my eyes, Selena and Enzo were right here in Mountainview. Selena put some sort of spell on them to hide their appearances, and she also put some sort of spell on Enzo to make him forget me. But I knew that I could make him remember if I could only have enough time alone with him without Selena interfering.

And it wasn’t just that; when I looked at “Eli”, and when he began to morph into Enzo that night, I could have sworn that I felt a tiny flicker of my wolf returning. It was faint, and it only lasted for a split second, but I knew she was still there. She was alive, but dormant. To me, that was the perfect proof that this new transfer student was in fact Enzo. If he wasn’t, why would my wolf have reacted to his presence?

Even then, however, I still had to prove it to my friends. They couldn’t see through the spell because they weren’t Enzo’s fated mate like I was. He likely also had some sort of spell on him to cover up his true scent as well, which meant that the hockey team wouldn’t be able to tell it was him. I would have to find some other way to show them that he was Enzo.

But how?

…

I realized for the first time in weeks that it was the first day that classes were supposed to be back in session. It was a Monday morning, and although I had hardly slept at all the night before, I felt excited over two things: my conversation with “Eli” the night before, as well

up with a plan to try to separate him from “Sadie” and try to talk to him privately. I was certain that I only needed a few minutes

quickly died out when I made it to my first class in weeks and sat down, only to see none other than

same time, it took me off guard; if this truly was Selena, how did she manage to get into a junior level pre-med class? As far as I knew, Selena was not a student anywhere. I couldn’t help but wonder if she did something such as paying the dean a hefty sum of money to enroll in this class just to mess with me, which I was sure the dean would have gladly accepted in order to have more money to

next to me for the entire class was distracting, to say the least. She didn’t interact with me too much, but I couldn’t deny the feeling of her hateful eyes occasionally resting on me or the feeling of her sharp elbow “accidentally” digging into my side when she reached down for her

I just kept my head up and focused on getting through class. Maybe this could be a good thing; maybe I could follow her after class to see

with her pink Louis Vuitton bag slung over her shoulder. I could hear other students whispering to each other about this new “mystery student” and how “wealthy she must be”, but I didn’t care about

she went to

“Eli”

but… He was waiting for her on

before she climbed onto the back. Tears filled my eyes

This needed to end.