My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 373

Nina

When Enzo and I finally pulled away from each other, his gaze fell onto the pile of vials and talismans that were sitting next to me on the bed.

He frowned, furrowing his brow as he sat up.

“What’s all that for?” he asked.

I took a deep breath and began to recount everything the witch, Elara, had told me. Enzo listened intently, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern as I spoke.

“The good news is that the baby and I are both healthy, and there’s no curse that she can find,” I said. “So either the fortune teller in the city was

wrong, or she was a phony.”

Enzo nodded slowly, listening quietly.

“Anyway,” I continued, “the shadow entity… it’s not just a hallucination.”

I continued to speak, telling Enzo every little detail. I told him all about the dark spirit that had somehow attached itself to me. There was no

knowing if it was the same spirit that plagued my biological mother or if it was just a mere coincidence, but what mattered was that it seemed to have a ‘cure’, for lack of a better word.

“So, this entity is like a… vengeful spirit?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I nodded, my eyes still fixed on the potions in my hand. “It’s not necessarily a demon, but more like the spirit of someone who held deep resentment or hatred towards me,” I explained. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free.”It could be connected to our family, or someone from my past.” Enzo furrowed his brow in thought. “Someone from your past… Could it be someone you knew?

Or is it linked to your biological mother and now somehow transferred to you?”

I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease settling over me. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But the witch said that these visions, these hallucinations, are visitations from an evil spirit.

It’s trying to make its presence known, and it could pose a serious threat to both me and our baby.”

Enzo reached out and gently took my hand, his touch reassuring. “Nina, we’ll get to the bottom of this,” he said quietly. “I won’t let some evil spirit harm you or our family. Okay?”

I squeezed his hand and nodded. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me, no matter how small. The thought that my baby was healthy and that there was a plan in place to deal with the dark spirit lifted a heavy burden from my shoulders.

Also, at least now I knew I wasn’t going mad. Or at least, that was how it seemed.

Enzo leaned in and gently kissed my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. “Let’s try those potions and talismans,” he suggested, his voice soothing as he spoke. “Maybe they’ll help put an end to those visions once and for all.”

I nodded in agreement and set the vials and talismans on the bedside table. Neither of us said it, but we were both thinking about it: the sleepwalking episodes. It had only happened a couple of times as far as either of us knew, but it was still terrifying.

But maybe, just maybe, the things that the witch gave me would finally put it all to an end.

Just then, there was a knock on my door. Enzo and I both perked up and shot each other a look before I called out.

“Come in.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the door to my room swung open, and my parents entered, their faces filled with concern. My mother rushed over and pulled me in for a tight hug, while my father stood beside her, his eyes filled with worry.

“Nina, sweetheart, are you okay?” my mother asked, pulling away to look into my eyes. “What did she say after I left?”

I paused for a moment, unsure of how much to tell her. But a quick glance with Enzo made me think that, although it would be best to tell them the truth eventually, maybe right now wasn’t the most ideal time. I was tired of talking about it, and I was even more tired of worrying my parents.

“She just gave me some potions and talismans to keep me and the baby safe, just in case,” I said vaguely, not wanting to raise any red flags.

For a moment, it seemed as though my parents wouldn’t believe me. But then, relief washed over their faces, and my father let out a deep sigh.

“Thank the moon,” he said quietly. “We were so worried.”

My mother turned to Enzo, her expression softening.” Thank you for taking care of our daughter,” she said sincerely.

Enzo nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll always take care of her, no matter what.”

My father cleared his throat, breaking the moment of emotion. “Well, in that case, how about we celebrate?” he suggested with a smile. “Family dinner tonight?”

I glanced over at Enzo, who met my gaze with a nod of approval. I smiled at my parents and nodded. “That sounds good, dad,” I said, then furrowed my brow.” Where’s Tyler?”

My mother chuckled. “He’s with his girlfriend,” she said, rolling her eyes teasingly. “I swear, we can’t tear them apart.”

“Be careful,” Enzo chimed in with a laugh. “They might end up like us.”

But then my eyes caught it; the mark on his wrist. It was almost fully healed by now, but I could just barely make out the faint line where the bruise had been before. It wasn’t so much the fact that he had the mark, it was the way he reacted when I pointed it out.

It wasn’t like Enzo to flinch away when it came to injuries. Under normal circumstances, he likely could have pulled up his sleeve to have me look at it. He often liked to do things like that, joking that it was my job as his personal doctor-and often resulted in a smack from me and a lot of laughter.

But this was different. Something about Enzo’s reaction when I had initially pointed the bruise out made me wonder if there was something he wasn’t telling me.

A fight, maybe? A moment of clumsiness? Maybe he was just embarrassed.

Either way, I decided to let my worries go for now and get dressed. I pulled a comfortable dress out of my closet and slipped it on, followed by a pair of slip-ons.

It was just a casual dinner at home; there was no need to get dressed up.

As an afterthought, though, I slipped one of the talismans Elara had given me around my neck, concealing it underneath my dress. Just in case.

Downstairs, the delicious aroma of simmering spices and herbs wafted through the house, pulling me closer to the kitchen. My parents’ voices carried through the air, and I could hear them laughing, their cheerful banter filling the room.

As I entered the kitchen, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight that greeted me.

My dad was donned in an apron that read “King of the Kitchen.” Flour dusted his nose, and there was a hint of sauce smeared on his cheek. He stood over a pot of bubbling sauce, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred vigorously.

My mother, equally amused, was perched on a stool by the kitchen island, a glass of wine in hand and a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Looks like someone has taken over the kitchen,” I quipped, leaning against the doorframe.

My father turned, a look of mock seriousness on his face. “Ah, Nina, you’ve arrived just in time to witness my culinary masterpiece. Tonight, Lam the chef.”

My mother snorted with laughter, nearly spilling her wine. “I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to cook, but he insisted on doing it himself tonight,” she laughed.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. My dad usually left the cooking to the servants, but something had begun to shift recently. I think my mother had an influence on him; she was rarely the type to let someone else do everything for her. Maybe she had finally convinced him that he didn’t need someone else cooking his meals every single day.

With a flourish, my father presented a spoonful of sauce for me to taste. I obliged, taking a small taste. My eyes widened slightly as the flavors hit my tongue.

“Bravo, dad,” I said. “Who knew you could cook?”

“Oh, please,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’ve always been a secret gourmand. After all, your sister…”