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My Hockey Alpha chapter 358

Nina

The festival was a colorful mosaic of laughter, music, and twinkling lights. Enzo and I meandered through the crowd, our hands entwined, taking in the sights and sounds of the lively summer event.

The air was filled with the aroma of street food and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

We kept walking for a long time, pausing at various stalls to look at trinkets. I bought a handmade sketchbook and some pencils for Lori, a necklace for Jessica, and a hoodie that just screamed ‘Luke’.

Enzo bought a couple of things for the hockey team back in Mountainview, and with our arms laden with our new purchases, we kept moving.

As we paused to watch a group of dancers twirling in sync to music, I leaned closer to Enzo. “Do you sense any werewolves or other supernaturals here?” I asked, a playful tone in my voice.

Enzo seemed taken aback for a moment, then he scanned the crowd with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “No, I don’t think so. Why, do you?”

I shook my head, chuckling lightly. “No, I was just thinking it would be fun to guess what everyone might be.”

He laughed softly and nodded towards an old man sitting alone on a bench, his face hidden in the shadows. “See that guy? He could be a vampire, waiting for nightfall.”

I laughed along, the tension easing from my shoulders. “And those two teenagers by the water,” I said, pointing to a couple locked in a passionate kiss over by the shore, “they might be fae.”Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. Our playful banter continued as we walked, pointing out various festival-goers and imagining crazier and crazier backstories for each of them.

But then, as we turned a corner, we saw a woman walking alone. She was strikingly elegant, dressed in all black, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her bright red lipstick stood out starkly against her pale skin, and for a moment, it felt like time had slowed down.

As she passed by us, I caught a glimpse of her eyes.

For a split second, they seemed to glow red, an eerie luminescence that sent a chill down my spine. My wolf sensed nothing, though. Nothing out of the ordinary, which was odd.

“Did you see that?” I asked Enzo, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to me, his attention having been momentarily diverted by two kids who were running past, waving glow sticks at each other and shrieking with laughter. “Huh?” he asked.

“That woman’s eyes,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “They… they glowed red.”

Enzo’s brow furrowed, and he turned back to look at the woman, but she had already blended into the crowd. “I didn’t see it. Are you sure? Do you think she was a supernatural?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. My wolf didn’t sense anything, but… It was still odd.”

Enzo considered this for a moment, then shook his head. “I haven’t sensed any supernaturals. No werewolf auras, at least.”

I frowned, feeling slightly unsettled. “What could she be?”

He shrugged, his expression turning thoughtful. ” Well, assuming it wasn’t just a trick of the light, there are plenty of supernaturals out there who I can’t sense. So who knows.”

I watched as the woman disappeared into the sea of people, the strange glow of her eyes lingering in my memory. “Maybe it was just a trick of the light.”

“Most likely,” Enzo said, taking my hand. “Don’t freak yourself out. We’re safe here.”

As Enzo and I continued our stroll through the lively festival, we stumbled upon a small tent adorned with mystical symbols and glowing lanterns. A sign out front proclaimed ‘Madame Zara

– Fortune Teller Extraordinaire’. Enzo raised an eyebrow skeptically as I stopped in front of it.

“Fortune teller?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Really, Nina?”

I laughed, tugging at his hand playfully. “Come on, it could be fun! It’s just a game, nothing serious.”

He hesitated, glancing at the tent. “I don’t know.

These things are usually scams.”

I nudged him gently. “It’s just for fun, Enzo. Let’s see what the future supposedly holds for us.”

With a reluctant chuckle, Enzo agreed, and we entered the dimly lit tent. Inside, an elderly woman with a shawl draped over her shoulders and a crystal on her forehead sat at a small table, her eyes peering at us over a crystal ball.

“Welcome, seekers of the future,” she said in a mystical tone. “I am Madame Zara. Who wishes to know their fate?”

I stepped forward, curiosity piqued. “I’ll go first.”

“And what is your name?” the fortune teller asked.

“Nina.”

“Welcome, Nina.” Madame Zara beckoned me to sit across from her, and I extended my hand. She took it gently, her fingers tracing the lines of my palm. Her eyes narrowed as she studied them intently.

“Ah, I see a journey… a journey of the heart,” she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.

Enzo, standing beside me, snorted softly. “That’s pretty vague.”

Madame Zara ignored his comment, her focus entirely on my hand. Suddenly, her expression changed. Her eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp, her gaze shifting to my belly.

“Are you… are you pregnant?” she asked, her voice quivering.

I nodded, a bit taken aback by her reaction. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”

Her face paled, and she stood abruptly, knocking her chair back. “Take your money back,” she said, pushing the few bills I had placed on the table towards me. “Leave. Now.”

I sat there, stunned. “Wait, what’s wrong? What did you see?”

But Madame Zara was already shuffling towards the back of the tent, her hands trembling. “I cannot help you. Please, just go.”

It was then that Enzo’s protective instincts kicked in. He stepped forward, placing himself between me and the fortune teller. “Hold on,” he said firmly. ” You can’t just scare us like that and then tell us to leave. What did you see? What’s wrong with our baby?”

Madame Zara turned back to face us, her eyes filled with fear. “It’s not my place to say. Please, just leave.”

Enzo’s jaw clenched, his frustration evident. “No, you can’t just drop a bombshell like that and expect us to walk away. Tell us what’s going on.” I reached out, touching his arm. “Enzo, maybe we should just go. She’s clearly upset.”

But Enzo was resolute. “No, Nina. If there’s something we need to know, we deserve to hear it.” The fortune teller looked between the two of us, her expression torn. “I… I’m sorry, but I can’t. It’s too much.”

Enzo’s stance hardened, his voice firm. That Alpha voice of his came out in that moment, a voice that he always reserved for when he needed it the most. ” No. We’re not leaving until you tell us what you saw.

What’s wrong with our baby?”

Finally, she nodded and sank back down onto her chair, looking defeated. There was no going against Enzo’s Alpha voice, and I couldn’t tell if she somehow knew that or if it was just that the voice worked on her.

She sighed. “Okay,” she murmured. “But please, I’m just the messenger..”

“Just tell us,” Enzo demanded, folding his arms across his chest. “Whatever it is, you had better spit it out, and now.”

The fortune teller nodded slowly. Then, finally, she began to speak.

Nina

Madame Zara’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and sorrow as she finally spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. I could hardly hear her over the din of the crowd outside, and I had to lean closer just to make out what she was trying to say.

“Your family, Nina, it’s… it’s cursed. A generational curse that affects the first-born daughters.”

I felt my heart skip a beat. “Cursed?” I echoed, my voice trembling.

Enzo let out a wry chuckle. “Don’t bullshit us, woman,” he hissed.

But Madame Zara just shot him a look, and in that look, there was everything. Suddenly, I knew. This couldn’t be just any gimmicky fortune teller. She had ties in the supernatural realm. I was sure of it.

Even Enzo fell silent, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured in the wake of Enzo’s comment. “Please keep going, Madame Zara.” The fortune teller swallowed, then leveled her gaze with mine again. “It is true.” She nodded solemnly. “The curse dictates that the first-born child of each first-born daughter in your family will be stillborn.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. My mother’s first child, as I had only just discovered, had been stillborn. I thought it was just a tragic accident, a stroke of cruel fate. But now, with Madame Zara’s words hanging heavily in the air, a horrifying possibility began to take shape in my mind.

“Are you saying that… my baby…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, the words catching in my throat.

Madame Zara’s eyes were filled with empathy. “I am sorry, Nina. I can see the curse’s shadow around you. It’s strong, and it’s old, passed down through generations.”

I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as Madame Zara’s words echoed in my mind. Black magic? A multi-generational curse? It sounded like something out of a horror movie, not something that could be real, not something that could be affecting my baby.

“But why?” I asked, shaking my head. “Why would there be a curse on my family?”

Madame Zara lowered her gaze as her fingers gripped the edge of the table. “I’m not sure. I can only see the curse’s shadow surrounding you. I cannot see its source.”

“And how do you know this?” Enzo chimed in, the skepticism returning to his voice. “How can we trust you?”

Madame Zara looked at him with a depth of sorrowin her eyes. “I know because I am not just a palm reader. I am from the supernatural realm, just like you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I have lived among humans for many years, hiding my true identity. But I can sense the magic surrounding your child. It is powerful, ancient, and dark.”

Enzo’s protective instincts kicked in immediately.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. ” We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low and firm. ”

This is nonsense.”

I felt torn between fear and disbelief. Could this woman really be telling the truth? Was our child really in danger?

“But what if she’s right?” I whispered to Enzo. ”

What if our baby is in danger? The visions, the symptoms… It’s all just like my father described about my mother’s first pregnancy.”

Enzo’s jaw clenched. “Nina, we don’t know if we can trust this woman.”

“But she knew,” I insisted, my mind racing. “She knew about the baby, about the magic, about where we’re from.”

Madame Zara stood up, her eyes filled with urgency. “You must be careful,” she called after us as Enzo started to lead me away. “The curse is strong. If you do not take heed, you will lose everything.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine, but Enzo was resolute. He guided me out of the tent, his grip on my arm gentle but unyielding.

As we emerged back into the festival, the bright lights and joyful sounds felt jarringly out of place.

My mind was reeling, trying to process what had just happened.

“Enzo, we can’t just ignore this,” I said, my voice shaky. “Maybe we should listen to her.”

Enzo stopped and turned to face me, his

expression one of concern and determination. He lowered his voice, leaning closer so only I could hear. “Trust me, I want to believe,” he said softly, his hands gripping mine. “But we should be careful.

It could be a scam, even if she is from the supernatural realm.”

“But she knew,” I repeated, my fear growing. “She knew about us. She knew about the baby and I’m barely even showing yet.”

Enzo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but we don’t know her intentions for sure.

She could still be spinning tales.”

I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. “But why? What would anyone gain from spinning a tale about a generational black magic curse and a stillborn baby? And given what we know about my mother…”

“I know,” Enzo said gently. “But let’s try to be rational here, okay? Let’s try not to freak out.”

I leaned into him, seeking comfort in his embrace.

“I’m so scared, Enzo. I don’t want anything to happen to our baby.”

Enzo wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “I know, love. I’m scared too. But we’re strong, and we’ll do whatever it takes to protect our family.”

As we stood there, holding each other in the midst of the festival, the joyous atmosphere around us felt distant, like a world apart from the fear and uncertainty that now clouded our minds.

“We should get out of here,” Enzo suggested afte a moment. “Let’s get back to the hotel. We can discuss our next steps there.”

I nodded, feeling suddenly exhausted. The excitement of the festival had evaporated, leaving only a heavy weight in my heart. In a way, I was glad that we walked into that fortune teller’s tent – because if it was all true, then maybe we had a head start now on stopping whatever this was. But at the same time, I wished I had never set foot in front of her.

As we walked away from the festival, the sounds of laughter and music fading into the background, I couldn’t shake the fortune teller’s words from my mind. “Be careful, or you’ll lose everything,” she had said.

The warning echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of the unknown dangers that might be lurking in the shadows. Be careful… Be careful how?

If this was all real, how could we stop it? Was it even possible, or was my first child doomed to be stillborn, just like my mother’s first born child?

I leaned against Enzo as we walked, drawing strength from his presence. He was my rock, my protector, and I had faith that together we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, just as we had overcome so many before.

But as we made our way back to the hotel, the fear and uncertainty remained, a dark cloud hanging over us, threatening to engulf us in its shadow. And as we made our way through the lobby, toward the elevator and past the double doors that led to the garden…

I saw, for a split second, the image of a shadowy face with rows of sharp white teeth grinning at me through the window.


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