My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 435

Enzo

The leather punching bag felt like steel under my sore knuckles, but I kept punching. No matter how out of breath and tired I got, I couldn’t stop. Not when something so important was on the horizon.

Mila.

It had been almost two weeks since our escapade in the dread queen’s obsidian palace, and yet I still pictured every detail perfectly in my mind whenever I closed my eyes. I could see her face, the lines around her eyes when she grinned, the way her teeth seemed to flash when she laughed at our pain.

Everything. I remembered it all as clear as day, and I wouldn’t stop remembering it until she laid dead at my feet.

Nina said that it was wrong to kill her. Nina and her kind heart, the one who always tried to see the good in everyone, questioned whether Aldric’s decision to take Mila out was the right one.

“But maybe we can save her,” she had said. “Maybe if we get her out of there and get her the help she needs, she’ll come around.”

Oh, Nina. She always wanted to give people the benefit of the doubt, even when they didn’t deserve it. It was one of the things that I loved most about her.

But this wasn’t her decision to make. Aldric had made his choice to take Mila out, and I was the fist that would carry out his orders.

Or at least, that was my goal. Aldric had made it very clear that he would choose the ideal three candidates for assassins once our training was finished. Despite being the Alpha of our ragtag little pack, there was no guarantee that I would be one of his choices. Especially not after I had lost to him during our sparring match.

And so, I would train day in and day out, relentlessly, until my fists were bloody stumps and my heart was full of rage. “No rest for the wicked, huh?”

Matt raised his gaze to meet mine. “You’re still pissed,” he said. “I can see it in your eyes.”

I let out a low laugh. “Pissed about what, exactly?” I asked. “Pissed about a psycho dragon queen trying to use me as her breeding stallion or pissed because I got beaten up by an old man the other day?”

Matt smirked. “Maybe both.” He stood, folding his arms across his chest. “How are you and Nina holding up?”

I shrugged. “About as well as one could expect. Her father insisted on guards watching our house at all times, so there’s that. Oh, and then there are the nightmares, but that seems to be our fate lately anyway. Not to mention…”