Lahat ng Kabanata ng LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Jaxon's POV The accuracy of his observation made my blood boil. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you're in love with Maya Cross," Lucien said simply. "I know you think I'm a threat to her. And I know you're willing to risk the championship game because you can't set aside your personal feelings long enough to work with me." "You arrogant.." "Cross! Nightshade! Center ice, now!" We skated to where Coach stood, his expression thunderous. "I don't know what's going on between you two, and frankly, I don't care," Coach said. "But this team doesn't work if our two best players are at each other's throats. So here's what's going to happen. Full-speed scrimmage. Cross and Nightshade versus the rest of the offensive line. You're going to score three goals in five minutes, or you're both benched for the championship." My stomach dropped. "Coach, that's impossible. The offensive line has six guys.." "Then you better figure out how to work together." Coach blew his whistle. "

Maya's POV The dream came again, more vivid than ever. I stood on a battlefield soaked in blood, the moon hanging enormous and red in a sky choked with smoke. Around me, wolves and vampires tore each other apart with savage fury. The screams were deafening, howls of pain, roars of rage, the wet sound of fangs meeting flesh. And in the center of it all stood a woman with hair like moonlight and eyes that glowed silver-blue. She raised her hands, and power erupted from her palms, pure white light that sent both wolves and vampires flying backward. "Enough!" Her voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder. "This war ends now!" But they didn't listen. They never listened. And as I watched, the woman's expression changed from hope to heartbreak to something darker. Something that looked like resignation. "If you will not choose peace," she said quietly, "then I choose for you." The light turned dark. Shadow and silver mixed into something terrible and beautiful, and the woman, t

Maya's POV I looked up, startled. Quinn's expression was serious, her arms crossed over her chest. My roommate and I had developed a tentative friendship after the Victoria situation, but we weren't exactly close."Hey, Quinn. What's up?""What's up," Quinn repeated slowly, "is that I just saw footage from yesterday. The girl who broke her arm outside the library? Someone posted the video on their Instagram story."My stomach dropped. "Quinn..""Don't." She held up her hand. "I saw what happened, Maya. I saw you heal her. I saw the glow."Lucien tensed beside me, his hand moving toward something in his jacket, a weapon, probably. I placed my hand on his arm, stopping him."Quinn, I can explain..""Can you?" Quinn pulled out her phone and turned it toward me. On the screen was a video, slightly grainy but clear enough. Me kneeling beside the freshman girl. My hands glowing faintly as I touched her arm. The girl's shocked expression when she realized she was healed."There are seventee

Isabella's POV Maya's voice cracked like a whip. The light vanished instantly, and suddenly three pairs of eyes were locked on me. "What are you doing here?" Maya demanded, her eyes fading back to normal brown. "How did you find us?" I lowered my camera, my heart pounding. "Find My Friends. And I found you because you need to see this." I pulled out my phone and played the video. Maya's face went pale as she watched herself healing the freshman girl. "It's gone viral," I said quietly. "Over 800 views in the last hour. It's been shared to supernatural forums. And there's a comment from someone claiming to be with the Council." "Show me." Lucien was beside me in an instant, literally, one second he was across the room and the next he was there. Definitely not human. I showed him the comment. His expression darkened. "We need to leave. Now." Lucien looked at Maya. "If the Council has seen this, they'll send operatives. They'll want to contain you before this spreads further." "W

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