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?”

sing-song tone that was surprising for such an old

an extent. I believed that she was just performing a service for Selena, but that service was far more sinister than a simple fertility ritual. As far as I was aware, fertility rituals didn’t

shoved the lamb’s body off of her lap, leaving the poor thing in a bloody heap on the floor. She stood, facing me. “I can

the woods earlier,” I said. “Tell me where we were. Tell me why you

silent. I 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

me with bloody hands. “…What 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

was trying to cast a spell on

away from me,” I murmured, placing my hands over

trust your mate?” she whimpered, pushing her lower lip

my mind, that part of me that was free from the fog… That part of me knew that she had done something horrible. I wished that I could remember all of it, but I could only remember the looming feeling of dread and panic. I knew I was her

back, my eyes shifting over to the woods, toward freedom. Somehow, I knew that I needed to get out, and that help was out

dark scowl. The candlelight flickered across her blood-stained face, making it appear as though she was wearing some sort of horrifying

“Get him,” she snarled.

way too fast for an old woman, so fast her entire body was a blur.

to the circle of chalk, where

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

Selena said, picking the bloody knife that was used to kill