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?”

just a simple witch,” the witch replied, her voice floating across the air in a sing-song tone that was surprising for such an old woman. “That’s all. Your mate asked me to help her, and so

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 involve the sacrificing of lambs and smearing blood

leaving the poor thing in a 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

“Tell me where we were. Tell me why you dragged me back to the mansion and locked me in my room, and tell me why I have this thick fog in my head and can’t remember anything before two

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…

and as she did, I felt my head get more foggy.

trying to cast a spell

over

don’t trust your mate?” she whimpered, pushing her lower lip out in a pout. “How could you say that? I’ve never done anything except love

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

over to the woods, toward freedom. Somehow, I knew that

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

“Get him,” she snarled.

body was a blur. I felt her wrinkled, gnarled hands

circle.” Selena pointed to the circle of chalk, where the lamb and a bowl of its blood

was full of bricks, and I almost felt as though some invisible force was pinning me down in the center of the circle. No matter

was used to kill the lamb up off the ground, “then no one can have