My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0689 Nina The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flasheda polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around.

"I feel out of place," I whispered to Luke. "Everyone looks so... rich." Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. "We're a couple of country bumpkins, aren't we?" I would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t-shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo's flannels thrown over the top.

Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but preferred it that way.

Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clothes that looked like they had been stolen off of a thrift store mannequin.

Normally, it was endearing. Here, it made people stare at us. But appearances weren't exactly my main concern these past couple of days.

"Welcome," the receptionist said, an older woman with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun. "Checking in?" I swallowed, hoping to force a bit of fake confidence into my tone as I addressed her. "I'm actually here to visit one of your guests," I said.

The woman shota curious look. "Oh? What's the guest's name?" "Enzo Rivers," I replied. "He's my husband. He should have checked in a couple of days ago." The woman nodded, typing the ninto her computer. I watched as she clicked around for a moment, humming to herself, then, she frowned. "I'm sorry, our records show that Mr. Rivers failed to check out this moming." My chest constricted painfully even as I fought to cling to composure. "I'm sorry," I said." Failed to check out?* The receptionist shotanother curious look. "Yes," she said. "It's not uncommon; perhaps he simply forgot. He never cdown at the usual check-out time, and when our cleaners went to check, his things were gone." I paused, glancing over at Luke. He shotthe swide-eyed look I was giving him. "This can't be possible," I found myself saying to the receptionist. "Surely you must know something. I mean, he's my husband, and-" "May I see sID, Mrs. Rivers?" the receptionist asked gently. With trembling fingers, handed her my driver's license. Nina Rivers. Her compassionate eyes toldshe understood as she handed the ID back.

"When was the last tanyone saw him?" I asked. "He's tall, muscular, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a lot of flannels." I fluttered the flannel I was wearing now to show her.

The woman paused, thinking hard. Then, she nodded, and her face seemed to fall ever so slightly. "Yes, actually," she said. "He was in the bar yesterday, around noon." Luke and I exchanged glances again. "Was he with anyone?" I asked.

The receptionist thought again, and this time, her face fell even more. "A woman." A woman. Those two little words hitlike a freight train, but I refused to believe them. You must be mistaken," I said. "He was here on business." The receptionist's eyes flitted back and forth betweenand Luke. "I'm so sorry, dear," she said softly. "I know it's often difficult to learn the truth about these things..." The truth? Hot bile bumed in the back of my throat as the implication hit me. No, absolutely not. After everything we had been through, he wouldn't have betrayedlike that.

But... if something had happened against his will...

Blinking back helpless tears, I held up my left hand, my diamond ring glinting on my finger.

"There must be sexplanation," I choked out. "He would never....not to us..." Unconsciously I cradled my rounded belly, our unbom child. Ours. If nothing else mattered, Enzo cared for this baby more than life itself.

The receptionist looked stricken. "I-you're right," she said. "I shouldn't assume, of course. Letpull up the security footage. Perhaps I'm mistaken." As she tapped away I turned to Luke, devastation written across my face. He said nothing. but his eyes spoke volumes; not Enzo. He would never do anything like that. We were fated mates. No, it wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation.

When the receptionist finished typing on her keyboard, she turned the computer screen so could see. She pointed, and there he was: Enzo, walking out of the bar... with none other than Mila on his arm.

I felt my heart tum to ice as I watched the footage. They walked together, arm-in-arm, smiles on their faces. He was saying something, and she was laughing along with him. No stumbling, no fear, nothing..

Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the glaring fact that a woman was wrapped around him.

Seeing them like this was like a dagger to the heart. Luke kept a supportive grip on my shoulder as tears blurred my vision. Enzo, laughing with another woman... seeking comfort in her embrace...

No! He adored me. I was carrying his child! But the kind receptionist's pitying eyes reflected my darkest fears back at me. That I had lost him.

"The room?" Luke asked urgently. "We'd like to see it." The receptionist hesitated. "I'm afraid allowing non-registered guests upstairs violates hotel policy Luke's fists clenched at his sides. I could sense his fury boiling beneath the surface, but his voice remained calm, his words laced with a quiet command. "Please make an exception, just this once." "...Very well. I can escort you up briefly." The ride up the elevator and walk down the plush hallway passed by in a miserable fog. The receptionist unlocked room 2014 and allowed us inside the tidy, innocuous space.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding as we walked inside.

Here it was: just a standard double a with two queen beds and typical hotel decor. The image of Enzo here with someone else, especially Mila, haunted me. "I'll give you sprivacy," the receptionist murmured. "Just ring the front desk when you'd like to leave."

After the door clicked shut, Luke immediately began inspecting underneath the neatly made beds and peeking in closets. "I don't believe it," he said frantically, overtuming cushions and blankets and even chairs. "Enzo would never. Something is fishy here."

But his words fell far away to me, muffled. I numbly sank down on the edge of the mattress, devastation el threatening to swallowwhole.

The subtle indentations on both pillows. Two half-finished water glasses by the bathroom sink... Had Mila seduced my husband away from me? Was he slipping from my grasp just when we needed each other the most? "Nina! Look at this." Luke's sharp voice grabbed my attention instantly. I looked up at him where he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes wide.

Wordlessly, he held up several thin silver strands pinched between his fingers, glinting in the sunlight.