All Chapters of LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Jaxon's POV ( Three months later)The weight of the hockey stick felt right in my hands again. Three months. That's how long it had been since Maya walked away from all of us at that chapel, choosing herself over any relationship. Three months since I'd heard her voice directed at me, felt her touch, seen those eyes look at me with anything other than polite distance.I slammed the puck into the net with more force than necessary, earning a whistle from Coach Torres."Cross! Save some of that energy for the actual game tomorrow!" he shouted across the ice.I nodded, skating back to center. The familiar burn in my muscles felt good, better than the ache in my chest that never quite went away."Dude, you're on fire today," Marcus said, gliding up beside me. "That's your fourth goal this practice.""Just focused," I muttered.What I didn't tell him was that I'd spotted her twenty minutes ago. Maya. Sitting in the bleachers with her laptop and a stack of textbooks, blonde hair pulled back

Maya's POVThe library's third floor was my sanctuary at eleven PM on a Thursday night. Most students avoided it, too quiet, too isolated, supposedly haunted according to campus legend. Perfect for me.I adjusted my reading lamp and returned to my herbology textbook, highlighting a passage about moonflower properties. Dr. Chen's research project was consuming most of my free time, but I loved it. Something about losing myself in the science of healing plants made everything else fade away."The lunar cycle affects the potency of nightshade extraction by approximately thirty-seven percent," I muttered, making notes in the margin.Three months of therapy with Dr. Sarah Chen had taught me healthy coping mechanisms. When intrusive thoughts about Jaxon crept in, which they did, more often than I wanted to admit, I refocused on my work. On my goals. On building a life I was proud of. Even when I saw him at the bar tonight with that woman draped over him like expensive jewelry.Stop it, I to

Lucien's POVI stood in the shadows of Special Collections, watching her through the gap in the doorway for a full ten minutes before making my presence known. Maya Cross. Also known as Maya Blackwood. The White Luna descendant who had no idea what she truly was.Two hundred and forty-seven years of existence had taught me patience. I'd watched empires rise and fall, tracked targets across continents, waited decades for the perfect moment to strike. Ten minutes was nothing.But those ten minutes felt strange... significant.She sat hunched over her herbology textbook, blonde hair falling in waves around her face, completely absorbed in her studies. There was something almost luminous about her, not just her physical beauty, though she was certainly lovely, but an energy that pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.White Luna energy. Pure, ancient, and powerful enough that I could sense it from across the room despite her apparent ignorance of its existence.The vampire counci

Ronan's POVThree months since I'd resigned, three months teaching at Riverside Academy an hour away, and yet walking these halls still felt like coming home. A home I'd chosen to leave. For her."Professor Thorne, we're ready whenever you are," Dean Matthews said from the doorway, his tone professionally cordial but lacking any real warmth. We both knew my guest lecture series was approved by the Chancellor over his objections."Thank you, Dean Matthews. Just finishing up."He left without another word, and I took a steadying breath. This was fine. I could do this. A simple three-part lecture series on advanced herbalism techniques. I'd given hundreds of lectures before.Except Maya might be in the audience. I'd heard she was working on a research project with Dr. Chen, focusing on medicinal herbs and their applications. It made sense she'd attend these lectures. I'd prepared myself for the possibility. Prepared myself, yet my hands still trembled slightly as I organized my notes.Th

Jaxon's POV"You know you're supposed to at least pretend to enjoy my company," Camila said, scrolling through her phone as we sat in my truck outside the arena. "Your brooding routine is getting old."I dragged my attention away from the hockey rink entrance where I'd been watching for Maya's blonde ponytail. She studied in the bleachers sometimes, though she hadn't shown up in over a week.Not since she'd seen me with Camila at the bar."Sorry," I muttered. "Just thinking about the game this weekend.""Liar." Camila set her phone down, her designer sunglasses sliding down her nose as she studied me. "You're thinking about her. Again."There was no point denying it. Camila knew the truth about our arrangement. She'd approached me two weeks ago with a proposition: be her fake boyfriend to make her ex-boyfriend Marcus jealous, and she'd play the perfect girlfriend to help me get over Maya.Except I wasn't getting over Maya. Not even close."Marcus posted another photo with that sophomo