My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 220: a Mate’s Betrayal

Enzo

When I kicked down the door of the witch’s hut, my eyes widened as I saw the bloody scene in front of me.

Selena was sitting on the floor in the middle of a circle drawn with chalk. In her lap lay the bloodied body of a lamb; they had slit its throat, like some sort of sick ritual sacrifice. In front of her kneeled the witch, who was smearing the lamb’s blood onto Selena’s face with her bare hands.

They both froze when I kicked down the door. Selena whipped around to look at me, her eyes wide and her face covered with blood that was painted on her skin in strange symbols.

In the candlelight, she looked demonic.

“What the hell are you doing, Selena?!” I asked, taking a step backwards. I couldn’t fathom the reason behind why my fated mate was in this witch’s hut, performing some horrible ritual that involved the sacrifice of innocent baby animals.

“I-It’s a fertility ritual!” Selena said, her eyes still so wide I could see the whites of her eyes all the way around her irises. “That’s all; just a fertility ritual. I want us to have a baby soon, Enzo, and I’ve been having problems. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

I shook my head. I didn’t believe a word of what Selena had said; something was seriously wrong here. The fog in my head, the strange girl that looked like Selena’s twin, the way that Selena opened a portal in a place that I didn’t remember going to, and the way that she hastily took me back to the mansion and locked me in my room… This wasn’t a fertility ritual. This was something darker, more sinister.

“I don’t believe you,” I growled. I pointed then at the witch, who was standing now and staring up at me silently through her eyebrows. “And who is she?”

her voice floating across the air in a sing-song tone that was surprising for such an old woman. “That’s all.

service for Selena, but that service was far more sinister than

bloody heap on the floor. She stood, facing me. “I can see the fear in your eyes, but you don’t have to be afraid. Why don’t you

you dragged me back to the mansion

watched as her eyes shifted over to the witch, then back to me. They seemed to have some sort of unspoken understanding, and something about it felt horribly dark. Whatever ritual they were performing… I somehow felt as though it had something to do with the fog in my head, as well

girl are you talking about?” She cocked her head to the side, and as she did, I felt my head get more foggy. I stumbled backwards, shaking my head vigorously as my heart

to cast

hands over my ears

theatrical. “You don’t trust your mate?” she whimpered, pushing her lower lip out in a pout.

fog… That part of me knew that she had done something horrible. I wished that I

it. I took another step back, my eyes shifting over to the woods, toward freedom. Somehow, I knew that I needed to get out, and that help was out there. I couldn’t explain why, or who, but I knew that I just

into a deep, dark scowl. The candlelight flickered across her blood-stained face, making it appear as though she was wearing

“Get him,” she snarled.

forward. She moved way too fast for an old woman, so fast her entire body was a blur. I felt her wrinkled, gnarled hands wrap around my wrists and she yanked me back

pointed to the circle of chalk, where the lamb and

I almost felt as though some invisible force was pinning me down in the center of the circle. No matter how hard I struggled, the

can’t have you,” Selena said, picking the bloody knife that was used to kill the lamb up off the