My Hockey Alpha



I decided to push the thought away for now, refusing to let it take root. Instead, I focused on the here and now, on the man walking beside me, on the life we were building together.

"I can't wait to meet our baby," Enzo said softly, as if he had somehow sensed my inner turmoil.

"Me too," I replied, my voice tinged with emotion. "I really can't wait."

We were back in the hotel room later, getting ready to head to the hockey arena. I had picked out a simple top and a pair of jeans, and Enzo was slipping into his more professional attire of a white button down and black pants. "Are you sure you want to come with me to meet the team?" he asked. "I mean, it's not going to be all fun and games; they're a rough bunch, not entirely like the team back in Mountainview."

"Trust me, I want to be there," I said, gazing at him with sincerity. "These are the people you'll be spending the next six months with, at least. I want to meet them. I want to be part of this part of your life as much as I can." He smiled, that warm and comforting smile that melted my worries away. He crossed the room and kissed me, pulling away only to say, "I'm so grateful for how supportive you are, Nina. It means everything to me."

A little while later, we were arriving at the arena. It was much larger than the arena back in Mountainview, and as we walked in, I already shuddered from the chill of the air.

Enzo guided me into a meeting room where everyone was gathered. The team was seated around a large conference table, and as we entered, their faced turned up to greet us. They all looked young, younger than Enzo and I, but their eyes were full of spirit.

"Enzo!" Tim, the recruiter who had hired Enzo, called out as we approached. His eyes then slid over to me, and a grin spread across his face. "And you must be Nina."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Everyone, this is Nina, my better half," Enzo announced, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Choruses of greetings filled the room. One by one, I was introduced to the players, each name a blur as I did my best to keep up.

"I'm so glad you came, Nina," Tim said, shaking my hand. "We're thrilled to have Enzo here and glad you could join

us,"

"Thank you, Tim. I'm really excited to be here and to see what Enzo will be contributing to the team."

A moment later, Tim's face lit up as though he had just remembered something important. "Oh, and our team doctor, Mila, will be arriving shortly. Ah, in fact, here she is now."

The door swung open, and in walked Mila.

I took a breath, my eyes widening. She was tall, almost rivaling Enzo in height, slender with impeccable posture, and undeniably striking. Her hair was a cascade of silk that seemed to capture the light, flipping it back over her shoulder as she walked with a confidence that was unparalleled.

The room's atmosphere subtly seemed to shift as Mila entered, her presence commanding attention. As she approached, her eyes flitted over to Enzo, and for a fraction of a second, something unspoken passed between them.

A flirtatious look? A secret understanding? I couldn't tell, but it stirred a tension in me that I didn't care to explore at that moment.

Tim, perhaps oblivious to the subtle glances, turned toward me. "Nina, this is Mila. Mila, this is Nina, Enzo's wife." "How very nice to meet you, Nina," Mila said, extending her hand toward me, her eyes locking onto mine.