My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 268

Enzo

“None of us would ever want to do anything bad to our campus,” the new recruit said. “We’re just trying to protect the town that we love. Right, guys?”

But I wasn’t listening to her. I was looking intently at Nina, who I had made cry because of my harsh words.

I didn’t want to be here anymore; I needed some time alone. So, without a word, I turned on my heel and stormed off before anyone could stop me. I heard Nina call after me once or twice, but I didn’t turn back or even respond. I just kept going until I reached the back door of the hockey arena, flung it open, and went inside.

It had felt like too long since I had played hockey, so I made my way over to the locker rooms to get changed. As I got dressed in my gear, I just wished that everything could go back to the way it was at the beginning of the semester; with a few changes, of course. I was happier than ever now that Nina was my mate, but I just wished that we could be normal college students again instead of having to worry about fighting wars.

After I got dressed in my hockey uniform, I headed out into the arena and put my skates on before getting onto the ice.

I felt awful for making Nina cry. She was the love of my life, my fated mate, and I had said some really nasty things to her that I didn’t fully mean. But at the same time, she had done so many things recently that put her in danger, and she never talked to me about it beforehand. I just wished that she would communicate with me instead of making grand plans all on her own. I just wished that she would understand that I was here for her, and she didn’t need to go through things by herself anymore.

“Room for one more?” a familiar voice said.

I was just about to hit the puck into the net when I looked up and saw Matt standing by the entrance of the rink. He was in his gear with his hockey stick in hand, and shot me a warm smile. I nodded, not speaking as he got onto the ice and skated over to me.

We flicked the puck back and forth for a while, neither of us talking. It was relaxing just to play some friendly hockey with my friend, and if I pretended that all of the drama in the world didn’t exist, it really did feel like old times.

“You wanna talk about it?” Matt asked after a while, his voice echoing around us.

I shrugged and stared down at the ice for several seconds before finally deciding to respond.

“I just wish she would talk to me about stuff first,” I said. “Sometimes I feel like my point of view on things doesn’t matter.”

Matt nodded slowly, thinking, as he skated in a large arc around me. He dribbled the puck back and forth with his stick a bit, then hit it over to me. I took the puck and whipped myself around, picking up speed before hitting it directly into the center of the net.