LOGINBetrayed by her mate. Mocked by her best friend. Maya flees heartbreak—and ends up in the arms of a stranger who leaves her breathless... and broken all over again. One week later, she finds him again. On campus. In uniform. And now? He’s her stepbrother. But secrets don’t stop there. She’s the girl no one wants. He’s the hockey star with too much to lose. And the professor who calls her mate? He plays by rules no one dares question. One college. Two forbidden bonds. And a girl torn between dominance, danger, and desire. This isn’t just about the game anymore. This is obsession. This is payback. This is war on ice.
View MoreLucien's POV The world spun, and I felt myself being pulled back through dimensions, through the space between worlds, until— I gasped awake in my apartment, sprawled on the floor beside the blood sigil. My palm was still bleeding from the cut I'd made, and my wrist burned where the council mark pulsed with angry red light. 48 hours to kill Maya Cross. Or be executed myself. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. I thought about Maya's smile when she successfully healed a wounded bird yesterday. The way her eyes lit up when she mastered a new technique. The quiet strength she'd shown despite everything she'd been through. I thought about her dedication to protecting people, even when it put her at risk. Her refusal to use her powers for revenge against those who'd hurt her. Her determination to be better than the darkness inside her. Maya wasn't Lyralei. She was her own person, with her own choices. And I'd be damned if I let the council murder her
Lucien's POV The council members sorted through my memories like wolves picking at a carcass, taking what they wanted and discarding the rest. Finally, Morgana withdrew from my mind. "She's awakening faster than we anticipated." "But she's still weak," I said quickly. "Untrained, frightened, barely able to control the most basic abilities. She's not a threat—not yet." "Not yet," Cassius repeated. "But she will be. The White Luna bloodline always awakens fully. And when it does.." "When it does, we'll all die." Seraphina's voice was flat, emotionless. "Just like we nearly did 800 years ago." "Tell me, Lucien," Morgana said, her tone deceptively gentle. "What do you know of the first White Luna? Lyralei Moonwhisper?" I knew the stories. Every vampire did. "She was powerful," I said carefully. "She tried to unite the supernatural world. When that failed, she.." "She slaughtered us," Morgana interrupted. "Not quickly, not mercifully. She hunted us like animals for two decades. Do
Lucien's POV The summoning came at three in the morning. I was in my apartment, reviewing notes on Maya's training progress, when the blood mark on my wrist began to burn. Not the pleasant warmth of regular vampire magic, but the searing pain of a council summons, the kind you couldn't ignore even if you wanted to. I looked down at my inner wrist where the mark had been placed two centuries ago when I'd sworn my oath to the Nightshade clan. The black symbol writhed like a living thing, pulsing with each beat of my heart. They wanted me. Now. "Damn it," I muttered, standing quickly. I had maybe ten minutes before the ritual would forcibly pull my consciousness into their chamber, whether I was ready or not. I changed into formal attire, black shirt, black pants, the silver pin that marked me as a council operative. Then I pulled out the small silver knife I kept in my desk drawer and made a precise cut across my palm. Blood welled up, and I used it to draw the response sigil on the
Isabella's POV "I'm treating you like someone whose truth deserves to be told correctly." I met her eyes. "Maya, whether you like it or not, this is going to come out. That video has almost a thousand views. It's spreading. And when it does, there will be a hundred different versions of your story, most of them wrong, all of them sensationalized. Wouldn't you rather control your own narrative?" "She has a point," Quinn said quietly. "The video is already out there. We can't put that genie back in the bottle." Maya looked at Lucien. "What do you think?" "I think Isabella is right that this will come out eventually," Lucien said carefully. "And I think having a journalist who knows the real story and is willing to wait for the right time to tell it could be valuable. Better than having only hostile sources reporting on you." Maya was quiet for a long moment, her expression troubled. Finally, she looked back at me. "Here's my deal," she said. "You can investigate the Council. You






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