Semua Bab LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Lucien'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

Jaxon's POV"This isn't over," I said quietly."No," Lucien agreed. "I don't imagine it is. But right now, we have a championship to win. So I suggest we put aside our rivalry for the next twenty minutes and do what's best for the team. Can you do that?"I wanted to say no. But I thought about my teammates, guys who'd worked just as hard as I had all season. Thought about Coach, who'd given me a second chance after my father disowned me. Thought about the packed arena full of students who'd supported me through the Victoria Sterling scandal."Yeah," I said finally. "I can do that.""Good." Lucien headed for the door, then paused. "For what it's worth, Jaxon, I understand why you're angry. If someone I cared about was involved with someone like me, I'd be terrified too. You're not wrong to worry about Maya. You're just wrong to think you can make decisions for her."He left before I could respond. The rest of the team returned, and Coach gave us a final pep talk. As we filed back onto

Maya's POV "That was reflexes," Lucien said calmly, his voice carrying authority that made people listen. "Very good reflexes from someone who's been training in martial arts. I've seen her at the gym, she's incredibly fast." "Her eyes were glowing!" Camila shrieked. "Her eyes were reflecting the kitchen light," Lucien corrected, his tone suggesting anyone who thought otherwise was an idiot. "Combined with adrenaline from being attacked. Completely normal physiological response." I could feel him pressing against my mind, his vampire abilities somehow dampening my power. The glow in my hands faded. My eyes returned to normal. "Everyone's had too much to drink," Lucien continued, scanning the crowd with those unsettling violet eyes. "What you saw was a woman with good reflexes catching a cup. That's it. Nothing supernatural. Nothing unusual." He was using some kind of compulsion, I realized. Not full mind control, that was apparently a myth, but supernatural charisma that made pe

Ronan's POV "Is what?" "Is your contact, Ronan. Lady Silverwind. She trained Lyralei before Lyralei lost control. She's the foremost expert on White Luna abilities." Lady Silverwind. I'd met her once, years ago when I was researching supernatural herbalism. She was ancient, powerful, and had no patience for fools. She'd also sworn never to train another White Luna after what happened with Lyralei. "She won't do it," I said. "She told me herself, she considers the White Luna bloodline too dangerous to cultivate. She believes it should die out naturally." "Then you need to convince her otherwise. Because right now, Maya has maybe seventy-two hours before multiple supernatural groups descend on Blackstone University to claim or kill her. And she has even less time before her uncontrolled powers hurt someone she loves." The image flashed through my mind, Maya, eyes glowing with power, surrounded by bodies. Jaxon. Quinn. Isabella. Students I'd taught. All casualties of a power surge

Maya's POV "Maya Cross," the tallest one said, his voice cold and professional. "You've been making quite the spectacle of yourself online." "Who are you?" I demanded, backing away. "We're called Hunters," the woman on the left said. She was lean and dangerous-looking, with scars visible on her neck. "We track down supernatural threats and eliminate them before they can harm innocent humans." "I haven't harmed anyone!" "Not yet," the third Hunter agreed. He was stocky and muscular, moving with the confidence of someone trained to kill. "But White Luna bloodlines are inherently unstable. You're a walking time bomb, girl. Better we put you down now before you kill hundreds." They spread out, surrounding me. My heart hammered in my chest. "I don't want to fight you," I said, raising my hands. "Good," the tall one said. "Then this will be quick." He lunged. Instinct took over. Power surged through me, and time slowed. I saw the silver blade coming toward my heart, saw the exact t