My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0693

Enzo

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" I snarled, thrashing against the two burly servants who were attempting to strip off my clothes. More hands grabbed at me from all sides, overpowering my weakened struggles.

I roared curses until a gag was forced between my teeth, muffling my outrage.

They manhandled me into a carved stone bath, with foul-smelling oils and perfumes swirling around in the steaming water. I nearly choked on the gag they had shoved in my mouth as brushes scoured my raw skin.

How did this happen? How had I let myself be stripped of my dignity like this? I felt like I was in a dream.

When the servants were finished scrubbing me clean, I stood furious and dizzy with rage and humiliation on the bathroom floor. The servants didn't even bother to avert their eyes from my body, clearly accustomed to 'preparing' others in this exact way for their queen's twisted rituals.

As two guards lifted me by the arms to do god knows what with me next, I caught a glimpse of myself in a polished mirror. Angry red welts blistered my wrists, neck and torso where the silver ropes had continuously seared against my exposed flesh since last night.

My wild eyes stared back at me from a haggard, exhausted face. I was utterly helpless, at the mercy of true monsters. How would I ever get back to Nina like this?

Despair threatened to crush what little defiance I had left. Then, a familiar clicking of heels echoed into the room, and my head jerked up of its own accord.

Mila crossed over to me, completely unfazed by my body. She was dressed in a long, emerald green silk gown that rustled when she moved; a far cry from the simple clothes she wore back in the human realm.

I felt a low growl rumble in the back of my throat as I saw her. If only I had my wolf, I would have torn her to shreds; but I was helpless now with this silver still binding me, weakening my wolf.

With a smirk, she trailed one appreciative nail down my chest and I recoiled violently. Her smile remained untouched. "Almost ready for our union, my pet?" she purred.

I ripped the gag free, not caring about the consequences for doing so. "This is insane!" I shouted hoarsely. "I'm not a dragon, I'm a werewolf! Your information is wrong!"

Mila glanced at the servants, who had only averted their gazes when she entered the room and were now standing off to the side, studiously examining the floor. "Leave us," she hissed.

Once we were alone, she turned back to me with her eyes hooded. "Believe me, Enzo, I've verified every detail most thoroughly about you." Her hand ran over my damp hair, almost

making me retch. "Including a complete analysis of your bloodline."

No. She had to be lying.

Mila stepped closer, her crimson lips parted. "Did you think those physical exams were merely standard tests? I've had your profile for years, my love. Just waiting for the perfect time to claim you..."

Her unsettling words made my gut twist. How long had she been cataloging me?

I shook my head in frantic denial. "But you've got it all wrong." I insisted. "I'm no dragon. Look at me I'm a werewolf. This is insane, Mila."noveldrama

Mila turned aside, pulling a folded up paper out of her pocket. "Fine, then," she said, carefully unfolding it and holding it out in front of me. "See it for yourself."

And my world crashed down around me.

There, in stark irrefutable detail, were documented blood work results. Mila's tests had found diluted traces of ancient dragon DNA, blended within my lycan inheritance.

"Barely detectable, but just enough," she cooed.

"You're insane."

"We're a perfect match," Mila purred, ignoring my words once again. "Once combined with my pure dragon genome, the proper rituals will ensure a guaranteed dragon shifter heir. Perhaps the first of a new robust bloodline."

I swayed as her poisonous words chipped away at my last desperate objections. She had won, or so it seemed. The data was right in front of me, clear as day. I didn't want to believe it, but it was hard not to.