My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 475

Enzo

“Enzo…”

Nina straddled me, her long, dark hair falling like a curtain around us. We moved in tandem together, just as we had a thousand times before; she leaned down, pressing her warm, small hands into my chest, and began to trace gentle kisses along my jaw and neck.

I let out a soft moan and reached up to hold her slender hips in my hands, digging my fingers gently into her plush skin. She bucked her hips against me in return, her warm breath spraying across my neck as she whispered into my

ear.

“Enzo… I love you…”

“I love you, Nina.”

My words were met with silence, and soon, I realized that there would be no response. The room was quiet and still, and when I opened my eyes, I remembered.

I wasn’t at home, in mountainview, with the moonlight shining over the ocean view. I was somewhere underground. Somewhere under a deep, endless mountain.

Mila’s palace.

But maybe…

I shot up to a seated position, my hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed where Nina would normally be sleeping. But of course it was empty, the sheets cold and untouched.

Reality came crashing down on me like a tidal wave at that moment, and I knew for sure now that I wasn’t dreaming; this was my life now. Nina was gone, and she likely hated me after what I had done.

A lump formed in my throat as the memories flooded back. The look of heartbreak on her face when I told her it was over. The way her body crumpled to the floor as I severed our connection and rejected her as my mate.

I nodded, setting my jaw hard with determination. “Whatever it takes,” I replied easily. “I’m ready to become your mate.”

“Good,” she said, her thumb tracing my jawline. “The preparations are almost complete. But there is something I must tell you… In order for the ritual to work, you must fight in the arena once more.”

My brow furrowed, and I felt a lump form in my throat at the mention of that wretched place. “The… The arena? But I thought the ritual_”

“Is far from complete,” she cut me off. “We need more power in order to ensure its success. One more sacrifice. It’s tradition, my dear.”

Something about her words sent a chill down my spine, but I pushed it aside. I trusted Mila, didn’t I?

And yet, the memories of going back to that place still haunted me. I hated the idea of entering that arena again, of having to fight to the death once more. In fact, the very thought of it made me sick.