My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0761

Anger roiled inside of me at his words. "Do you even hear yourself?" I blurted out. "Mila has Enzo, dad. Mila. You know what she's capable of."

"Of course I know what she's capable of," he replied, pulling his shoulders back so that his hulking form seemed to tower over me. "Which is precisely why I'm not letting you or anyone else—go on a suicide mission."

"You're being unreasonable."noveldrama

"Unreasonable?!" My father scoffed. "Nina, I have let you tread all over me in recent months; I have succumbed to your every whim for the sake of building a relationship that was lost to our years apart. I won't have you be put in danger again."

I swallowed, curling my hands up into fists at my sides. "Is this even about me, or is it about the heir to your throne?"

For a few long moments, my father was silent. His eyes burned with a hot, raging fury as he stared at me, but he said nothing. When he finally spoke, his voice was surprisingly soft, but brooked no room for argument.

"This discussion is over,"" he said simply. "And to ensure you do not attempt anything... foolish, you will remain confined to your chambers until I deem it safe to allow you free rein of the manor once more. Guards will be stationed at your door."

I gaped at him, stunned into wordless disbelief by his harsh words. For a moment, I just stood there, rooted to the spot. How could he be so heartless, so utterly blind to the actual Enzo faced?

But then a soft noise from the doorway had me whirling around, my breath catching in my throat as I found myself face-to-face with my mother. From the stricken look on her face, it was clear that she had overheard everything.

Our eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding passing between us. A thousand unspoken words seemed to tremble on her lips, but in the end, she simply inclined her head in the slightest of nods and said nothing.

"Angelica," my father said coolly. "See Nina to her room, would you?"

The remainder of that day seemed to crawl by at an agonizing pace. I paced the confines of my bedroom like a caged animal, locked inside with two guards standing just outside the door.

More than once, I considered trying to climb out the window. But common sense and my progressing pregnancy stopped me; it was too risky from this high up, and would just make things worse.

I just had to have hope that Luke would come tomorrow and find a way to get me out, for Enzo's sake.

It wasn't until the pale blue glow of the rising moon began to filter through my windows that I felt something: a soft vibration in my pocket. I frowned, reaching in, and felt my fingers slip around something cool and smooth.

The moonstone that Elara had given me.

Pulling the stone out of my pocket, I peered down at it in the palm of my hand and studied it. It was still now, not vibrating at all, although the moonlight was reflecting off of it and almost causing it to glow. Maybe it was just my imagination.

"Wait..." I muttered to myself, turning the stone over in my hands. I held it up, away from the light, to see if I had seen correctly.

And I had. It wasn't the moonlight reflecting off of the stone. It was the stone itself that was glowing, as though charged by the moon.

I gasped softly as I turned the pretty little stone this way and that, admiring the magic trick. A soft smile graced my lips; maybe there was still some beauty in this strange world, despite everything.

But it was as I turned, beginning to pocket the stone again, that something else happened.

The book, sitting on the desk in the corner, was... No, it couldn't be...

It was glowing, too.