My Hockey Alpha
#Chapter 240: Pure Instinct

Nina

Enzo and I walked for a long time after that. Frank said that it would only be an hour by foot, but it felt much longer. Maybe it was just my own perception of time getting the best of me; after all, as the sky began to darken it started to feel more ominous in the misty woods, and so every second felt like an eternity.

However, at least I had Enzo. And, we didn't run into any danger while we walked. In fact, it was quiet and peaceful, and we even began to talk a bit. We had a good amount to catch up on.

“So... You and Justin,” Enzo began, sounding a bit somber. I knew where this was going.

“That was never going to happen,” I interrupted. I stopped on the road and turned to face Enzo, still holding his hand firmly. “He tried to take advantage of my loneliness, but I didn't let him.”

“Good.” Enzo's face darkened a bit. I hadn't seen or heard from Justin since the dance, and I wanted to keep it that way. Justin was back on the hockey team, though, and it made me wonder if Enzo would kick him off again when — or if — he eventually returned. I couldn't decide if I wanted Enzo to kick him off or not. On one hand, I was hurt by how Justin treated me. On the other hand, I didn't know if I necessarily wanted him to get kicked off of the team.

However, none of that mattered. After everything that had happened, all of that stuff felt like petty drama. All of the times that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be friends or lovers with Enzo, all of the arguments and threats from Lisa... None of it even felt real anymore.

Enzo opened his mouth then to say something, but before he could I suddenly felt my heart begin to beat faster. I whipped my head around to either side, looking up and down the road frantically. “Nina?” Enzo asked, furrowing his brow. “Are you oka—"

“Shh.”

I couldn't explain it, but something had caught my attention. It was like a sixth sense. It was like pure instinct had kicked it, and somehow...

"Something's coming,” I whispered. Before Enzo could even process what I said, I suddenly grabbed his hand even more tightly and bolted off of the road with him in tow. I jumped down into the ditch, then quickly scrambled up the other side and ran into the woods before diving behind a large fallen tree. Enzo followed suit, but he looked obviously confused the entire time. The thing was, though, I couldn't even explain it to him. I couldn't smell or hear anything; I just sensed that someone — or something — was coming.

And, a few seconds later, Enzo’s eyes widened. He sniffed the air for a moment, his eyes beginning to glow red. Crouching beside him, I dug my fingers into the soil and slowly peered over the fallen tree.

They came into view.

Rogues.

There must have been at least six or seven of them. It was a large pack, with an obvious leader that was the biggest of them all. I clamped my hand over my mouth and watched with wide eyes as they walked down the road, then stopped where we had just been standing.

The leader sniffed the ground for a long time. Enzo and I looked at each other, wondering if we should run or try to fight. Surely they smelled us... Surely they knew that we were here, and it would only be moments before they pounced on us. Enzo could shift if he needed to, but I was useless, and without the help of the antidote or my own wolf, I wasn't sure if we would stand a chance. Their leader was huge, almost Enzo’s size; in fact, he didn't even look like a normal rogue.

There was something different about him. He wasn't a regular werewolf, but he wasn't entirely a rogue, either. He was too big and strong to be a rogue, and his glowing orange eyes were too smart and aware. Most rogues didn’t seem to have nearly as much order and concentration as this wolf; but he looked smart and calculated.

Enzo slowly reached over, his hand sliding on top of mine. He nodded his head in the opposite direction, indicating for us to run. I nodded in response, and began to mentally prepare myself for what could be the most harrowing chase of my life.

But then...

The rogues kept moving. They didn't seem to smell us or hear us. As I watched them continue walking down the road and eventually fade away into the mist, I was in complete shock.

"What... How..." I muttered, turning to look at Enzo with wide eyes. Did his wolf retract his scent, like it did when the Crescents were looking for us during the initial attack? But how did that explain the fact that my own human scent wasn't discovered? Unless... My wolf was able to cover my scent, somehow. It was the only logical explanation.

Unless, of course, they were toying with us.

Enzo and I stared at each other for a long time. Neither of us seemed to be able to make sense of it, and we were both in such a state of fight or flight that we didn't even know what to do.

But as I looked at him, I couldn't contain myself.

Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was my wolf, flickering somewhat to life. All I knew was that, at that moment, I wanted Enzo badly. And he seemed to want me, too.

For no logical reason whatsoever, I suddenly lunged at Enzo, sending him toppling to the ground. My lips met his in a flurry of passion, and I felt him moan into my mouth — or maybe it was more of a growl. I couldn't tell.

His hands moved down my waist, then pushed up beneath the hem of my shirt and came into contact with my skin. I felt myself let out a deep sigh at the feeling of his cold hands on my waist. It instantly made me wet. I felt feral. Was this what it was like to be a werewolf? Did my instincts take over now, just as they had when I felt the rogues coming? And now, was this my primal urge to mate taking over?

I reached down, biting Enzo’s lip so hard I felt the slight metallic taste of blood hit my tongue, and frantically worked at his belt buckle. He reached up to cup my breasts beneath my shirt as I worked, and once his belt was undone I ripped into his jeans and slid my hand down his pants to touch his throbbing cock. It was warm, and filled my hand. I wanted Enzo to fuck me right here on the dirty forest floor.

Enzo moaned beneath my touch. He took one hand out from inside my shirt to wrap his fingers around my throat, and at that moment I felt the same low, almost growl-like sound escape my lips. But then, suddenly, both of us stopped when we felt the patter of rain begin to fall on our skin. It came all of a sudden, taking both of us by surprise, almost as though the forest was bringing us back to our senses and reminding us that we had a mission.

I pulled my hand out of Enzo's jeans and climbed off of him, sitting down on the forest floor and breathing heavily from our shared passion. He reluctantly buckled his belt again before sitting up. To think that we had gotten so caught up in our passions that we nearly forgot about our task at hand made me laugh, and when Enzo saw my smile, he let out a chuckle as well before standing and holding out his hand for me.

As the rain grew heavier and the sky began to darken, we cautiously made our way back out onto the road and began to walk again. Once again, Enzo held my hand firmly as we walked.

His fingers were an unending reminder of the fact that I might never get to be intimate with him again if things went south.

I was just glad that the rain covered my tears.

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