My Hockey Alpha
“No. We’re not leaving until you tell us what you saw. What’s wrong with our baby?”
Finally, she nodded and sank back down onto her chair, looking defeated. There was no going against Enzo’s Alpha voice, and I couldn’t tell if she somehow knew that or if it was just that the voice worked on her.
She sighed. “Okay,” she murmured. “But please, I’m just the messenger…”
“Just tell us,” Enzo demanded, folding his arms across his chest. “Whatever it is, you had better spit it out, and now.”
The fortune teller nodded slowly. Then, finally, she began to speak.