My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0627

After watching my mother stalk away with her hands curled up into fists at her sides, I

couldn't help but place my hand over my belly. Her words kept echoing in the back of my mind, and it stung.

"If you can't even be responsible with your nineteen-year-old brother, how can you be responsible with a... with a.. Baby?"Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Her words cut deep, but part of me wondered if they were true.

"Don't fret about it," my wolf, who was normally quiet, said. Her voice echoed in my mind, a sensation that had once felt foreign but now felt no different than breathing. "She's just upset and scared. It's not your fault."

"But I should have known better," I muttered with a sigh. "Tyler is still sick at the end of the day. I shouldn't be so reckless with him."

"But it doesn't mean you can't be a good mother."

"I'm not so sure about that."

My wolf's voice fell silent after I spoke, but I could still sense her presence. She was trying to be strong for me, but I think she wasn't always so sure herself.

I sighed. I needed to think.

I wandered deep into the woods, my steps slow and contemplative, until I reached a familiar clearing. It was a place that held both solace and sorrow for me a simple grave marked by a weathered headstone, nestled under the ancient trees.

Selena's grave.

I knelt down in the soft grass beside it, my fingers gently brushing aside the wildflowers that had grown there, and I took a deep breath.

"Hey, Selena," I said softly, as if she could hear me from wherever she was. "It's been a while since we talked."

My twin sister had passed so tragically and so suddenly during the battle. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes, I could still see the light leaving her. I wished I had more time to get to know her, to really understand the girl who I shared so much with.

It wasn't fair that we never got to know each other. It wasn't fair what the Luna had done to her mind. And it especially wasn't fair that the spell had only worn off for a flicker of a moment before she was taken from us.

But still, whenever I could, I tried to come here. When I visited on occasion during the winter, it had been covered with snow and the trees had been barren. Now, with summer here, the air

smelled like fresh soil and the trees blotted out the sun, dappling the soft grass with dots of light that swayed in the breeze.

"Selena, I'm..." My voice trailed off. I didn't know what to say.

Lately, life had felt like a never-ending merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster, and I was struggling to find my footing. I always tried to appear put-together, to be the responsible one who had everything under control. Hell, I even tried to convince myself that I had everything going just the way I had planned.

But beneath that facade, I was often terrified, confused, and uncertain. Like right now; because even with this amulet around my neck, I still didn't know exactly what would come next.

"I'm pregnant, Selena," I confessed to the quiet woods, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions. "I'm going to be a mother, and sometimes, I don't know if I'm ready for it. I want to be, but I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions."

I stared at the grave, my eyes welling up with tears. "What if I stay here, Selena?" I continued, my voice barely more than a whisper. "What if I don't ever go back to Mountainview? What if we all drift apart like in those movies, where they promise to stay in touch after college but never do?"