My Hockey Alpha



Nina

The room fell silent in the wake of Tyler's revelation.

"You think I should visit your witch?" I asked, a bit taken aback.

"Yes," Tyler said, taking a step forward. "Listen, she's helped me so much over the past few months. I think she could help you, too."

I paused, glancing at my father. But his expression seemed open to the idea; a little caught off guard, maybe, but

open.

Suddenly, the door sprang open again. In came my mother, looking just as guilty and out of breath as my brother. Tyler is right," she said gently. "Nina, I think it would be good for you."

Their words struck a chord in me. After everything that had happened with Selena and the witch, I was hesitant, despite what this new witch had done for Tyler.

Enzo placed a reassuring hand on my leg, squeezing softly. "Nina, maybe they're right. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to see the witch. At least for a consultation."

I looked at him incredulously. "Rather than a doctor? This isn't like Tyler's condition, which is a known curse. This is different. This could be a number of things."

"I just think it's worth considering," he replied cautiously, "for the baby's sake."NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

My mother chimed in, "It could be beneficial, Nina. Even if nothing is wrong, don't you think that it would be good to have her take a look at the pregnancy? Get a second opinion? You can still visit the doctor, of course. But I see no harm in it."

My eyes narrowed. "I don't know," I said, standing. "I think we're dealing with forces here that we don't fully understand."

"Nina, you're dealing with visions and sleepwalking. You don't understand that either," my father pointed out.

He had a point, but I didn't want to admit it. My jaw clenched as I considered my options. "Maybe. I don't know. But I don't want to be pushed-*

"No one is pushing you," my mother said softly. "We're just worried, Nina. You've been through so much already. If this witch can give us any answers-*

"It's just... It feels wrong," I murmured, dropping my hands down to my lap. "After what happened with Selena..." My father sighed deeply, running a hand through his graying hair. "I understand your reservations, Nina," he said softly. "But look at your brother. Look at how healthy he's gotten. Do you honestly think he would lead you to a witch who could be conspiring against you?"

My gaze lifted to meet my brother's eyes. They were filled with the same worry and caution that I felt, but they were also filled with more light than ever. He looked good; really good. And he was happy, which was the most important part.

The room fell silent, the air heavy with our collective fears and hopes. My family, the people who had been my rock through every hardship, were united in their belief that this might be the best course of action.

Could I really go against that? Was my personal discomfort more important than the health and safety of my unborn child?

My eyes met Enzo's, and in that instant, my decision was made. His eyes, always so full of love and concern, tipped the scale.

"Alright," I relented, my voice tinged with both uncertainty and conviction. "I'll consider seeing the witch."

Sighs of relief filled the room, mingling with the lingering tension. But as I looked at the faces of the people who loved me most, I couldn't help but wonder-was this a step towards keeping my baby safe, or would visiting a healer just serve to further muddy the waters?

But for the sake of my child, I was willing to find out.

The bedroom was dark, save for the soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his watch that he had just taken off. The air felt oddly thick and stifling, a stark change from the light, airy room that I usually called my own when I came to visit.