My Hockey Alpha

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Chapter 0587

The bar was alive with the chatter and laughter of the team. The pub that Tim had introduced me to, O'Riley's pub, was the perfect picture of a small-town bar. And right now, that was exactly what I needed.

I had ordered a tall glass of beer; nothing that would get me too drunk because I needed to be alert in case Nina needed me, but just enough to help me relax.

But, speaking of Nina, she still hadn't called. And now Mila was leaning toward me, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the bar.

"Let's get to know each other a little, Mr. Rivers," she said, flashing me a smile that would have looked warm and inviting to anyone else but did nothing but fill me with unease after earlier.

"Okay, um..." I tried to keep my voice steady, just wanting to be polite. It was just one drink; soon, I'd be back in my hotel room, talking to my wife on the phone. I could ignore Mila for that long. "What do you want to know?"

"I still can't stop thinking about those PT results of yours," she said, her eyes sparkling with playful curiosity." They were off the charts. You can't tell me it's just from a history of exercise."

I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink. "Mila, it was only five minutes of running," I said.

"Yes, but your heart rate was below resting rate for a man of your size," she insisted. "And you were sprinting, Enzo. Sprinting!"

I shook my head. "I wasn't sprinting."

"Yes, you were." Mila leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, Enzo, you can tell me. Are you an alien? A cyborg, maybe?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her persistence, although it still made me uneasy because she was on the right track." Nope," I lied. "Just a normal human guy with a penchant for cardio."

Her teasing continued, each joke more outlandish than the last. It was a familiar pattern, one I had grown used to during my time as a werewolf living among humans.

But tonight, something about Mila's attitude made me pause for a moment. It really did make me wonder just how much she knew; after all, I had been surprised to find out that that fortune teller seemed to know about the supernatural realm, and then there was the woman that Nina said she saw in the crowd. Perhaps there were more supernaturals in this city than I expected.

However, I quickly brushed off the thought as paranoia. I had been keeping my supernatural identity a secret for years, and it was highly unlikely that Mila had any inkling of the truth. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and played along with her jokes.

After a while, I excused myself to the bathroom, feeling the need for a moment of solitude. I checked my phone, hoping to see a message or call from Nina, but there was nothing. Concern began to gnaw at my mind; it wasn't like her to not call.

She should have been in the supernatural realm for hours by now. She could have called me, and my mind instinctively went to the reasons why she hadn't: was she in trouble? Was she hurt? Did something happen?

I decided to call, unable to wait any longer. I dialed her number, my foot tapping on the floor as I leaned against the sink. A few other bar patrons came and went, and so I decided to keep my tone neutral, not wanting to draw attention.

But the phone rang and ran, and eventually went to voicemail. My worries began to skyrocket, and as the tone went off indicating to leave my message, it was all I could do to keep my voice steady.

"Hey, it's me," I said, turning to look into the mirror. "Did you get home yet? Please call me. I'm getting worried. Love you."