My Hockey Alpha by Werewolf

#Chapter 101: Tortured Love Nina While I slept, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was walking through the forest just outside of campus. I recognized where I was, and I knew the path well as I walked. Up ahead, I could make out the clearing where I had last kissed Justin on […]

#Chapter 100: Stockholm Syndrome Nina “I’m ready to cooperate with my treatment.” A smile spread across Edward’s face at my words. “I’m so glad, Nina,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze. “Shall we begin?” I nodded. “Repeat after me…” Over the course of the next several treatment sessions, Edward’s treatment began to work. Slowly

#Chapter 99: Finding Nina Enzo Several days passed after my father found me in the hockey rink, and I didn’t see or hear from Nina. I didn’t particularly want to, either. In my mind, she was probably with Ronan. I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel negatively about it and that we were just supposed

#Chapter 98: Hypnotherapy Nina Minutes passed, then hours. Soon, it could’ve even been days, I had no way of knowing how long I was down there As time ticked on, the bright fluorescent lights in my cell never faded, making me lose all sense of time I felt myself beginning to lose my grip on

#Chapter 97: Mountainview Psychiatric Facility Nina I don’t know how long I was asleep. All I remembered was an immense amount of pain, Edward’s face looming over me, and then… darkness. When I woke up, I was back in that same room that I was in before. My wrists and ankles were bound to the

#Chapter 95: The Missing Piece Enzo I hadn’t been planning on going to the party, but Matt dragged me along; I figured it could also be a good chance to try to observe Justin or to interrogate Lisa, so I agreed to go. It wasn’t long after I got there, however, that rumors started making

#Chapter 93: Cabin Fever — Part I Nina When I returned home that night, I locked myself in my room and got to work scouring through Justin’s patient files. I stayed up all night poring over the files until the sun came up, but there wasn’t anything in the folder that could outright prove that

#Chapter 92: The Suspicious Counselor Nina I stood there, in the middle of the quad as I clutched the paper bag full of bagels in my hand, staring at Justin’s horrifying, plastic smile “Edward helped me,” he said. “He’s a really good counselor. Before, I felt so vicious and feral because of those drugs, but