My Hockey Alpha
Chapter 667

Chapter 0667

Not me, though. I didn't want that. It wasn't... me.

"Mom," I said softly then, blinking away the tears that threatened to come at the mention of my sister, "what if... what if I don't want to be the princess?"

My mom blinked at me, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't know if I'm cut out for it," I said. "I don't know if I even want it. God, the thought of someday inheriting the throne makes me sick. It's the last thing I'd ever want to do."

There was a silence for a few moments, punctuated only by the sounds of Tyler splashing around in the background and soft music emanating from the speaker, before my mother answered. "You're young, Nina. Too young to be thinking about something like this."

"But dad seems to disagree," I said. "Every other minute he's reminding me how I'm a princess, how I should act a certain way, live a certain way, be a certain way. I need protection, fancy dresses, better etiquette. I need to live in the werewolf realm, leave my human friends behind..."

"Nina, you know he doesn't mean that."

"But how can you be sure?" I asked. "I only met him a few months ago, you know? We barely know each other. And every time he looks at me, I know he sees Selena."

My mother fell silent again, and this time, she didn't answer-because Tyler was suddenly swimming up to us, showing off his tricks, and splashing us.

The moment dissipated for now, and maybe that was for the best.

Later that evening, as Enzo and I crawled into bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light in the room, I knew it was time to tell him about my encounter with Daphne.

"Enzo," I began, my voice low, "there's something I need to tell you about the bird shifter spy."

Enzo turned to face me, shooting me a quizzical look. "What about it?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Her name is Daphne. I met her today in her human form. She knows about the yellow-eyed wolf."

Enzo sat up straighter, his interest piqued. "Wait, what? You met her?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I caught her looking at me."

He swallowed, "So, do we send her back to your father? Tell him to stop sending spies? That's what you wanted, right?"

I shook my head, my fingers playing with the edge of the comforter. "No, that won't help," I said softly. "I've been thinking about it, and I know he'll just send another one. So I was thinking, if we're stuck with her... why not use her to our advantage?"

Enzo raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

I leaned back against the pillows, my mind racing with possibilities. "Daphne has seen the yellow eyed wolf. She's seen it a lot, actually. Maybe we can convince her to follow it, replace out where it's going, who it is."

Enzo's eyes lit up at my words. "That's... not a bad idea, actually," he said thoughtfully.

"But here's the thing," I said. "I asked her, and she said no. We might be able to convince her, but I don't know how. There has to be something she wants more than money, something to make her turn against my father's orders, right?"

As I spoke, Enzo furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. "Hm," he muttered, leaning back on the pillows. "You've got a point."

I let out a soft sigh as I slid down beside him, curling up in the crook of his arm. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and the sensation made me shiver.

"There has to be something," I said softly as sleep began to wrap its warm fingers around me. "What could a little bird want more than anything else?"