My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0628

My friends-my pack-meant the world to me. But here, in the werewolf realm, our pack wasn't taken as seriously as we thought it would be, as I had just learned. Humans in this world weren't treated the same, and I couldn't ignore the stark differences.

And truthfully, I didn't know how to reconcile those differences. How to balance family and friendship, the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I confessed my inner turmoil to my sister, even though I had no idea if she could hear me, if there was even an afterlife or if it was nothing but a meaningless void.

"I want to reconnect with my werewolf roots," I muttered with a wry chuckle. "I want to know more about who I am, who my child will be... but I don't want to lose who I am in Mountainview, either. I don't want to lose the people I love. Sometimes, it..."

My voice trailed off, and I shook my head, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. "Sometimes I feel like I don't have a realm to call home. Like I'm caught between the two."

As I spoke, a strange sensation swept over me, a wave of dizziness and nausea. I pinched the bridge of my nose, taken aback by the sudden feeling.

The sensation passed just a few moments later, but it left me feeling strangely disoriented. " Morning sickness, I guess," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples. "I should head back before it gets worse."

Getting back on my feet, I turned to leave when something caught my eye. There, right on top of Selena's grave, sat a small feather.

It was a delicate thing, with hues that shifted from deep black to iridescent blues and greens as I carefully picked it up and tilted it in the dappled sunlight.

"Huh," I whispered, furrowing my brow. "I didn't see that before."

I held the feather, its texture smooth beneath my fingertips, I felt an inexplicable connection to it. It was as if Selena had left it there for me--a gift from beyond, a sign.

Or maybe it was just a feather and nothing more. Either way, it was beautiful, and it gave me an idea.

"I'll offer this to the Moon Goddess tomorrow night," I whispered to the feather, slipping it carefully into my pocket. Maybe it would be enough to bless my pregnancy and guide me through the uncertain path ahead.

Returning to the house, I found Tyler in the backyard, gazing at the setting sun. He turned to me, a somber expression on his face.

"Where's mom?" I asked as I approached.

Tyler sighed. "She went straight up to her room," he said, following me inside. "She's pretty pissed."

"I know," I muttered. "I could tell."

At that moment, just as I was kicking off my shoes by the door, my father's familiar presence made its way into the room. I expected a scolding, but none came.

"I overheard everything," he said gently. "Your mother's under a lot of stress right now, Nina. Don't be too angry with her for her outburst, alright?"

I nodded. "I know, dad," I said quietly. "I'll go talk to her."

My father paused, then nodded himself and held his arms out to me. I walked into his embrace, letting his warmth spread through me.

"You'll be alright," he said gently. "Fights happen."

When we finally pulled apart, some of my tension had dissipated. I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling the smooth feather sitting there as if it had been waiting for me.

And so, with a deep breath, I made the way up the stairs to my mother's room. It was time to talk.