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?

…

morning, 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,

with the intention of trying to find “Eli” afterwards. After staying up all night, I had come 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 alone with him to make him remember me, but separating

and sat down, only to see none

student anywhere. I couldn’t help but wonder if she did something such as

distracting, to say the least. She didn’t interact with me too much, but I couldn’t deny the feeling of

getting through class. Maybe this could be a good thing; maybe I could follow her after class to see where

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 any of that. Quickly, I grabbed

of course, she went to the parking lot

course, “Eli” was

waiting for her on

as she sauntered up to him and kissed him deeply before she climbed onto the back. Tears filled my eyes as I watched them race off into the distance. That should have been me on the back of that

This needed to end.