All Chapters of LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maya's POVEverything was different in this form. The world exploded with scents and sounds I'd never experienced before. I could smell fear, anger, and something darker, something that made my wolf hackles rise.The scarred man standing at the edge of the circle spoke words I couldn't quite understand, but my wolf did. She understood perfectly. These weren't friends. They were hunters, and I was their prey."Such a beautiful creature," the scarred man said, his voice smooth like honey over broken glass. "The legends didn't do you justice, White Luna."My wolf snarled, lips pulling back to reveal teeth that felt massive in my mouth. The sound that came out was deeper, more threatening than anything I'd ever heard."Easy, little goddess," he continued, taking a step closer. "We're not here to hurt you. We're here to collect what belongs to us."The rogues around me shifted restlessly, their eyes glowing in the darkness. They were larger than normal wolves, corrupted somehow. Their scen

Jaxon's POV The dark veins spreading from Maya's bite mark made my wolf pace anxiously in my chest. I'd never seen anything like it, and the terror in Ronan's eyes told me this was worse than I could imagine. "Start talking," I demanded, helping Maya to her feet. "What the hell is the Hunt?" Ronan was staring at the bite mark like it was a death sentence. His hands shook as he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Maya's naked form. "Uncle," I snapped. "Answer me." "The Hunt is an ancient ritual," he said finally, his voice hollow. "A blood ceremony performed by dark cults to steal power from supernatural beings." Maya swayed on her feet, and I caught her before she could fall. Her skin was ice cold, and the dark veins were spreading faster now, creeping down her arm like poison. "What kind of power?" I asked. "The kind that can open doorways to other realms. The kind that can raise the dead. The kind that can make a mortal into something far more dangerous than any Alph

Maya's POV Cold stone pressed against my back as consciousness slowly returned. My head throbbed like someone had used it as a drum, and my mouth tasted like copper and ash. When I tried to move, thick ropes bit into my wrists and ankles. I was tied to something vertical - a pillar, maybe. The air smelled of old incense, mold, and something darker that made my wolf whimper deep inside me. "Ah, the sleeping beauty awakens." That voice. Smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. I was in the old chapel, just like the blood message had promised. Moonlight streamed through broken stained glass windows, casting eerie colored shadows across crumbling stone walls. Candles flickered from every surface, their flames dancing in a wind that shouldn't exist indoors. And standing directly in front of me was Kael Bloodmane. Up close, he was even more terrifying than he'd been in the forest. The scars covering the left side of his face looked

Ronan's POV The ancient chapel loomed before us like a monument to death itself. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to turn back, but Maya was in there. My mate. The woman I'd waited fifteen years to find was trapped inside with a madman who wanted to use her as a sacrifice. "Ready?" Jaxon whispered beside me, his jaw tight with determination. I nodded, pushing down the bitter irony of fighting alongside my nephew to save the woman we both loved. "We go in fast and hard. No hesitation." "Agreed." His green eyes flashed with his wolf's fury. "Whatever happens in there, we protect her first." We burst through the chapel doors together, our wolves howling for blood. The sight that greeted us made my heart stop. Maya was tied to a stone pillar in the center of the room, unconscious and pale as death. The corruption mark on her shoulder had spread, black veins now covering half her torso like poisonous vines. "You're too late," Kael Bloodmane snarled from the shadows. "The rit

Maya's POV I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body ached, and my head was pounding. The events in the chapel came flooding back Kael, the ritual, and Ronan using that terrifying dark magic. Sunlight streamed through my dorm window, telling me it was already afternoon. Quinn was sitting at her desk, looking worried. "Thank God you're awake," she said, rushing to my bedside. "How do you feel?" "Like death warmed over," I groaned, sitting up slowly. "How long was I out?" "Almost twelve hours. Jaxon and Ronan have been taking turns checking on you." She hesitated. "Maya, what really happened last night? They said you were attacked, but there's more to it, isn't there?" I looked at my sweet, normal human roommate and wished I could tell her the truth. "It's complicated, Quinn. I promise I'll explain everything when I can." She nodded, though I could see she wasn't happy about being left in the dark. "Well, Jaxon is outside. He's been pacing the hallwa