My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 368

Enzo

“She said she ordered something special for you.”

The team member’s words gave me pause. I had only intended on coming out tonight for one drink, seeing as how I had a flight in the morning. But it seemed as though both Mila and the team had other intentions.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit uncomfortable about Mila’s persistent attention. “Oh, did she now?” I replied after hesitating for a moment.

My teammate nodded as we headed back to the table. “Yeah. Said she wanted to treat you since you’re heading out tomorrow.” Feeling a bit awkward but not too perturbed, I headed back to the table and took my seat, where Mila was still sitting beside me. She leaned over and touched my arm, her smile almost too sweet.

“I ordered something special for you, Enzo,” she said, her voice low and maybe a little suggestive.

I looked at the drink in front of me, realizing it was already there. ” Oh, thanks, Mila,” I replied, trying to be polite. I took a sip of the drink, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

But about halfway through the drink, I started to feel a bit strange.

My senses tingled, and a subtle shift occurred inside of me. It was as if my instincts were on high alert, and my wolf, usually a silent presence in the back of my mind, spoke up.

“Enzo, be careful,” my wolf warned. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. “There might be something in that drink.”

I frowned inwardly, my suspicions growing. I had never encountered a situation like this before, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Mila had ulterior motives.

Thankfully, my size and my werewolf nature made me more resilient to whatever might be in the drink, but I couldn’t ignore the strange sensation coursing through me.

Mila gave me a sideways look, her eyes locking onto mine before flitting over to my drink. “Why aren’t you finishing your drink, Enzo?” she asked, her tone slightly perplexed.

I debated my response for a moment, not wanting to cause a scene but also not wanting to put myself in a vulnerable position. “I’m actually feeling a bit tired,” I said, hoping it would be a good enough excuse. “I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

Mila’s eyes flickered with disappointment, and she leaned in closer.

“Oh, come on, Enzo,” she purred, her hand inching up my arm.” You don’t have to leave just yet. The night is still young.”

I felt increasingly uncomfortable, not wanting to engage in any further interaction with Mila. “I appreciate it, Mila,” I said, trying to remain polite. “But I really should go. Thanks for the drink.”

I stood up, grabbing my coat off of the chair.

“So soon, Enzo?” Tim asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I nodded. “Early flight tomorrow,” I said with a smile. “I’m tired.”

Tim nodded and stood, and circled around the table to meet me. He extended his hand for a shake, and I took it, shaking it firmly. “Don’t forget about my proposal,” he said quietly, clapping me on the shoulder.

I managed a tense smile. “I won’t.”

As I said my goodbyes to the team, Mila stood, her eyes slightly narrowed as she tookme in. The look she gave me as she approached made me uncomfortable, almost as if there was something knowing in her gaze. Did she put something in my drink? Did she expect it to affect me more than it did?

“Goodnight, Enzo,” she said, extending her arms for a hug. ” It was nice seeing you.”

I paused, stiffening a bit, before 1 extended my hand, silently refusing her hug. “Likewise.”

Mila shot me a dirty look, but said nothing. She shook my hand briefly before turning on her heel and disappearing into the throng, leaving me feeling both confused and all too vulnerable.

The next morning, I awoke with an ache in my head and in my chest. But it wasn’t from the drinks; it was because of Nina.

I had talked to her last night, and she was still in Mountainview. I couldn’t blame her, though. How could I? Her friend was in the hospital.

But, as much as it pained me, I knew that I would have to take her to the supernatural realm when I got home. She needed to be taken care of, and Jessica… I knew she’d understand.

As I finally forced myself to get up and start packing my bags, my mind raced with thoughts of the night before. There had definite ly been something in that drink.

But why? Could it really have been Mila who did it? And if so, what should I do?

I wanted to tell Tim, but right now, I wasn’t so sure. I needed some time to think. After all, my career was on the line; and I couldn’t afford to be one of those people who had a smear campaign started against me.

No, I needed to think about this rationally. But first, I needed to worty about Nina, about our child

I was lost in my thoughts when there was a knock on the door of my hotel room. I hurriedly finished packing and went to answer it, not expecting to find anyone there other than housekeeping.

But to my surprise, it was…

“Good morning, Enzo.”

“Mila? What are you doing here?”

Her lips stretched into a thin smile, painted red. The lipstick still looked wet and fresh, like she had just put it on. “Tim asked me to drive you to the airport,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

“He didn’t tell you?”

I furrowed my brow, finding Tim’s request rather unusual. “He didn’t mention it,” I said, a hint of suspicion in my voice. “But I can take a cab or an Uber. You don’t have to go out of your way.”

Mila shook her head, her expression determined. “No, Tim insisted, and I’m here to make sure you get to the airport safely. Please, let me take you.”

I sighed, realizing that arguing further would be futile. ” Alright, Mila,” I said, feeling resigned. “Thank you for your help.”

As we made our way out, the atmosphere in the car was tense. I couldn’t help but feel that something was off, that there was more to this situation than met the eve. I kept my guard up, ready for whatever might come my way.

The drive to the airport was quiet, and I was lost in my thoughts as I stared out of the window. Finally, the airport came into view, and I felt relieved.

Mila pulled into a parking space and turned to look at me. “Here we are,” she said with a grin. “Are you excited to head back to the middle of nowhere?”

I nodded, reaching for my jacket on the back seat. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to going home,” I said. “To see my-”

But then it happened. As I was turning toward the back seat to grab my jacket, Mila suddenly leaned closer, grabbed my face in her hands, forced me to look at her, and…

She kissed me.

I was taken aback and pushed her away instinctively without so much as a second thought. But I pushed her with more force than I intended, and she hit her head against the window with a thud.

Blood began to trickle down from her forehead, and I immediate ly felt a wave of panic wash over me. “Shit. Mila, I’m so sorry,” 1 exclaimed, reaching for a tissue to help stop the bleeding.

He quickly pulled his sleeve down to cover the bruise, avoiding my gaze. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he said dismissively. “Just a hockey injury. You should’ve seen it yesterday; I had to hide it from the team before they saw the healing process begin.

God, what a pain.”

I wasn’t convinced. Enzo did have the ability to heal himself just as I did, but this looked fresh. Most wounds healed fully within a day, unless they were really bad.

But I decided not to press. Maybe it was really bad; or maybe he just did something clumsy and was embarrassed.

“Alright, if you say so,” I said, deciding to let it go for now. Enzo had just returned, and I didn’t want to bombard him with questions. We still had a long day ahead of us, and now wasn’t the time to pry if he wasn’t willing to part with his stories.

With Enzo’s bags safely stowed in the truck, we headed back home. The familiar streets of Mountainview passed by in a blur as I drove, my thoughts drifting to Lori and Jessica. I hated the fact that Enzo and I were leaving, but we had no choice.

When we arrived back at the house, Lori was still there, sitting on the couch with a distant look in her eyes. She looked up as we entered, her expression a mix of relief and sadness.

“Enzo,” she said, standing, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s… good to see you.”

Enzo crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled Lori into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry about Jessica,” he breathed. “I wish I could see her at the hospital, but…

Lori pulled away, her eyes glistening with tears. ” That’s okay. I know you and Nina have things of your own to deal with.”

Enzo smiled, although it was a sad smile. “Lori, if you want to come to the werewolf realm with us so you’re not alone, you’re more than welcome.” Lori’s eyes filled with tears once more, but this time they were tears of gratitude. “Thank you, Enzo,” she said softly. “But I think I’d rather stay here, just in case anything changes.”

Enzo nodded with understanding. “Of course,” he said. “And you’re welcome to stay at our house while we’re gone. It might be easier for you than going back to your apartment without Jessica.”

Lori’s eyes lit up at the offer, and she nodded. “If you don’t mind…”

“Of course we don’t,” I interjected. “Seriously, Lori, stay. The house is all yours while we’re gone.”

“And hopefully we won’t be gone for long,” Enzo said, giving my hand a squeeze as he looked at me.”

We spent a little more time with Lori, making sure she was okay and assuring her that we were just a phone call away if she needed anything. It was a bittersweet reunion, knowing that Jessica was still fighting for her life, but at least we were together for the moment.

Finally, it was time to leave. Enzo and I stood in the middle of the living room, ready to return to the werewolf realm. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. We were leaving Mountainview in such a hurry, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something we were missing.

But then, just as we were about to open the portal, Lori’s phone rang. Her eyes widened, and she fumbled with the device, her hands trembling. She listened for a moment. And then…

The phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter.

We both turned to look at her, our hearts racing.

Lori’s face had gone pale, and her eyes were filled with something unreadable.

“What is it, Lori?” I asked, my voice trembling.

But Lori just stared at the fallen phone, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s Jessica,” she said. “She’s…

She’s awake.”