My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0687 Enzo My consciousness returned slowly, my mind foggy and my limbs heavy as if I was emerging from anesthesia.

I blinked, my vision still blurred, as I strained to take in my surroundings. After a moment, I realize where I was. I was laying on the bed in my dimly lit hotel room. The darkness of night was pressed against the windows, although last I could remember, it had been the middle of the afternoon.

I groaned a little. How long had I been out? Maybe I had had too much to drink and had stumbled back to my room. Maybe three whiskeys at noon wasn't the best idea; Nina had probably been trying to callall day.

"I should call her," I thought to myself as I began to roll over in search of my phone.

But then, a sharp pain cut through the haze just when I tried to sit up. I winced and fell back down onto the bed, looking down to see a rope binding my wrists to the metal bed frame.

"What the..." It looked like a normal rope at first, but I quickly realized that it was threaded with shimmering silver strands. Pure silver; basically werewolf kryptonite. I could already feel the metal slowly sapping my strength. "Finally awake, I see." I blinked, looking toward the source of the voice, and that was when I saw the familiar female figure walking toward me. "Mila..." She sauntered closer, her features slowly coming into focus as my vision finally cleared. Her lips were curled upwards into a satisfied smirk, and a chuckle rumbled in her throat.

With a growing sense of unease, memories of our conversation at the bar flooded back. The last thing I could remember was her apologizing, and then she had hugged me. Tightly. After that, everything felt... fuzzy. Furrowing my brow, I strained to remember more. Yes, I could remember it now, she had ledback to my room, her delicate hand intertwined with mine. She had whispered sweet nothings in my ear, laiddown on the bed.

God, I felt sick. I didn't... do anything with her, did I? No, I couldn't have. My clothes were all still intact, so that was good. But why? Why was I here, now, like this? Cursing, I yanked at the silver ropes again but they wouldn't budge. The pure silver strands that were threaded throughout burned my skin, causingto grunt in pain.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded, locking eyes with her. Something malicious glinted there that I had seen before, and now I knew just how much of a fool I had been. "Letgo, Mila!" She clicked her tongue softly, trailing a long nail almost fondly along the silver ropes, "Silver," she purred. "Such a silly little thing, to make a big strong wolf like you turn so weak." My blood turned to ice even as anger simmered in my veins. She knew. This whole time, she had known what I was. I met her amused gaze steadily despite the dread that was creeping into my stomach.

"How?" was all I could croak out. In answer, she leaned in close to me, until I could detect notes of cinnamon spice underlying her floral perfume.

"I know a wolf when I smell one," she purred. "And those physical tests I gave you the last tyou were here-- they just confirmed my suspicions." I frowned, trying in vain to pull away from her. Her eyes suddenly changed, greens and golds shifting until burning crimson swallowed her irises, her pupils growing and stretching and thinning into narrow slits.

My breath caught in my throat. She was no wolf, but she certainly wasn't human, either.

"What are you?" I whispered. Dread prickled down my spine at her wicked grin. What had I gotten myself into? "All in due time," she cooed.

She rose languidly, like a jungle cat stretching its limbs under rays of warm sunlight. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and I suppressed a shudder at the sight of her. No, she wasn't like a cat. She was like a snake.

"By the way, did you have a nice nap?" she asked, turning to faceagain. She chuckled at my stunned expression." Don't look so betrayed, Enzo. You chose to trustdespite everything. You should be angry with your own naivety, not with me." A low growl rumbled in my throat. "You did something to me," I growled, yanking uselessly on the ropes, ignoring the burning pain. She just chuckled in response.

"Maybe," she said. "I couldn't have you changing your mind or fighting back, not when I was so close to bringing you here." "But why?" I asked. "What do you want from me, Mila?" Something that almost looked like pity entered her crimson glare. "Oh, you poor, clueless boy," she purred. "You have no idea what you've stumbled into." She leaned down again, her long fingernails trailing across my jaw. "So noble," she mocked softly. "So handsome, too." I ripped my head away, glaring at her steadily even as panic built up inside ofat her ominous words. "Letgo, Mila," I hissed. "You'll never hear fromagain." Her musical laughter filled the room again. "You think that's what I want?" she asked. "To never hear from you again? Quite the opposite, Enzo." Mila turned then, raising her hands. A swirling portal opened up in front of us, filling the room with its bright light and shimmering vortex. Seeing this, a sense of dread crept down my spine. Every instinct inscreamed to fight, to get away from here, but I was powerless with this silver rope binding me.

My wolf was weak, fuzzy. Useless.