My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 17 Wolf Ports

Nina

“Ever since we slept together, I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

Enzo’s words sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of his muscular body, the smell of the lingering sweat on his skin… I wanted to sink my teeth into him.

Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. The way it was constantly pulled into a subtle smirk made me feel weak, and the way he licked his hips made me feel like collapsing into him and letting him do whatever he wanted with me.

I was leaning closer to him and I didn’t even realize it until our lips brushed.

By this time, it was too late to back out. Enzo pressed his lips against mine and pushed me up against the lockers with his large body. I dropped my clipboard, and he dropped his towel. He reached for my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, stooping to lick and nibble at my breasts. I let out a soft moan, leaning my head back against the lockers behind me.

This was wrong… but it felt so right.

Our secret rendezvous was cut short, however, when the sound of the locker room door opening and slamming shut shocked us out of our lust. Enzo grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself while I pulled my shirt back on.

“Oh! Sorry,” a male voice said. I looked over my shoulder with my shirt half on to see one of the other hockey players, who I recognized as being called Logan, standing in the doorway and averting his gaze.

I looked over at Enzo, but he was gone. How did he move so fast? Just a moment ago, he was standing beside me — trace. and now he was gone without a

“Uh… no worries,” I replied, pulling my shirt on the rest of the way and trying to hide my mixture of embarrassment and confusion. “I was just… drying my shirt. I spilled water on it.”

Before Logan had a chance to respond, I snatched my clipboard up off the floor and scurried past him with my gaze fixed on the floor. I beelined for the exit and burst out of the arena into the chilly autumn afternoon air, letting out a sigh of relief. Enzo and I almost got caught in the locker room, but maybe that was a good thing. Hooking up again would have been a very, very bad idea,

I returned to Tiffany’s office; she was still out at her other appointment, but someone else was in there. It was a guy, maybe a little older than me, with short blonde hair and wearing an argyle sweater vest. He was standing at a table and looking at paperwork.

“You must be Nina,” he said, flashing me a smile. “I’m James. I’m one of Tiffany’s grad students.”

“Oh… Nice to meet you,” I said, crossing over to the table with my clipboard.

“Tiffany told me you were gonna be analyzing the hockey team’s test results, right?” he asked.

I nodded and set my clipboard down.” Yeah,” I replied as I thumbed through the paperwork. We were silent for a while, each absorbed in our own work, until I made it to Enzo’s results.

Just as I had observed, Enzo’s abilities surpassed his teammates’ abilities. He was more than twice as efficient and #Chapter 17: Wolf Ports strong as his teammates… And when I compared his results to the national average, he was bordering on superhuman.

How was this possible?

James must have noticed how stumped I looked, because he came around the table to look at what I was doing.

“Hmm,” he said, scratching his head. ” Are you sure your data is correct?”

I nodded. “I’m positive,” I replied. “I was very careful while I was collecting the data. Everyone else’s results look normal.”

James took Enzo’s data sheet out of my hands and studied it closely. “Ugh, Enzo,” he said with an eye roll. “His results are always skewed. I’ve always thought that he’s taking steroids or something, but I can never prove it.”

“You don’t sound like much of a fan,” I said.

James shrugged and handed back my paper. “As a senior assistant, you pick up on all sorts of gossip.”

I was intrigued. “What sort of gossip?” I asked.

James smirked and folded his arms. Curious about Enzo Rivers, huh? Got a crush?”

I shook my head and bent over my work again to hide my blushing. “Just curious,” I replied.

“Let’s just say that there are certain rumors,” James said as he circled back around to his side of the table. ” Rumors about a certain hockey team only being so successful because a certain somebody is related to the team.”

My eyes widened. “Are you sure?” I replied.

James shrugged again. “I’m not entirely sure, but Enzo is still a rookie. He basically just appeared out of nowhere and was suddenly the school’s heartthrob and a famous hockey star. It all just seems a little fishy to me… And same with those results.” He nodded his head toward my paper.

For some reason, the grad student’s words irked me.

“But I was there,” I snapped. “I saw him perform today. He’s like a superhuman.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

All James did was scoff and smirk. “I thought you didn’t have a crush on Enzo Rivers.”

After my shift ended, I had to go to an anatomy lab to finish a project before I would have time to meet up with the dean to discuss my reassignment.

We had been working on cadavers for the past couple of weeks, and my lab report would be due soon. With everything going on lately, I had had little time to finish my work, which was why I rushed to the anatomy lab to take the rest of my notes.

I made it to the empty lab and put on my lab gear, sanitized, then got to work cutting into the cadaver’s abdomen with my scalpel and inspecting his organs.

As I inspected the organs, however, something caught my attention. There was something off about this body.

Maybe my eyes were deceiving me, but the cadaver’s heart was much larger than the average human’s.

Perhaps the cadaver simply had an enlarged heart, I told myself. It wasn’t terribly uncommon; maybe that was how this person died to begin with. But #Chapter 17 Wolf Parts something about it made me unsettled

I kept inspecting the cadaver’s organs. There was no visceral fat — in fact, the cadaver looked perfectly healthy. The layer of muscle was far thicker than the average human’s.

My mind flickered back to Enzo’s superhuman strength. Was it possible that this cadaver was once a person who also possessed such strength? How would that explain the enlarged heart?

Suddenly, I had a strange intuition. I couldn’t explain it, but… I wanted to check the cadaver’s teeth.

Almost as if I was in a trance, I set down my instruments and walked over to the cadaver’s head. There was nothing out of the ordinary about his outward appearance, but when I pulled back his lips to see his teeth…

Fangs.

I stumbled backwards involuntarily and knocked into a table behind me, my heart racing as images of Enzo’s red, wolf-like eyes flashed through my mind.

What sort of monster was this?