My Hockey Alpha

I planned to talk to my father the next day, when I was feeling better. But for now, it was late and I needed to rest.

Once my father left, Enzo relaxed beside me. He seemed a bit territorial after everything that had happened, and I didn’t blame him. But at the same time, it made me wonder if he had been sleeping at all since I went into my miniature coma or if he had been sitting up by my bedside the entire time.

“When was the last time you slept?” I asked, looking deeply into his brown eyes, which came alive with the fire that was flickering in the fireplace.

Enzo shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, standing. “You hungry? I can get you something to eat.”

I shook my head. “You need to rest, too, you know,” I insisted. I pulled the covers back beside me and patted the bed. “Sleep with me.”

For a few moments, Enzo just stood there and looked at the bed. I could tell from the dark circles under his eyes that he was indeed tired, but at the same time he was fighting it. “Look,” I said gently, “it’s over. You don’t need to worry anymore.”

Crescents. Sure, their leader — the Luna, I assumed — had been killed and the genetically engineered rogues

do it himself, however, I quickly sat up on my knees behind him and helped him remove it. As I did, I let my hands run along his skin,

along Enzo’s neck as I reached around and unbuttoned his pants. His breaths became heavy as my lips trailed down his neck and over his shoulder. He stood, letting out a soft sigh, and pulled off his jeans. With a smile, I laid back on the bed and held my arms out for him, spreading my legs. Even though Enzo’s face looked drawn and weary, he still managed a slight smile as he climbed

I held him on top of me with his head on my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair. His breathing became slow and steady, and his fingers trailed absentmindedly up and down my thigh,

have to ask,” I whispered, unable to

I was going to ask: if anyone had died, aside from the Luna and her rogues. Enzo grunted slightly and shook

injuries, but they’ll all live. Jessica used her medical skills to help people after

smile. I imagined Jessica running around and helping people; I knew how much she hated blood despite being a pre-med student, and it must have been hard for her, especially after being in the Luna’s clutches. The more I thought about it, though, the more that my smile eventually faded. I could only imagine the horrors that the Luna put my friends through when she kidnapped them. I hoped that it wasn’t

strand of hair out of my eyes. As he did, I suddenly felt tears beginning to well up; tears over the battle, my sister, my friends,

like medicine. When we finally pulled away, my tears had dissipated and were