Semua Bab LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Isabella's POV The man was ready. His hand closed around my ponytail, yanking me backward. Pain exploded through my scalp. "Enough games," he said, forcing me against the wall. "Who have you shared the evidence with? Who knows what you found?" "Everyone," I lied, trying to breathe through the pain. "I sent it to the campus newspaper, the local news, the FBI.." He slammed me harder against the wall. "Try again. The files are still uploading to your cloud drive. You haven't sent them anywhere yet." Shit. They'd been monitoring my network activity. "Tell us the password to your cloud drive," the woman said, limping over with murder in her eyes. "Or this gets much worse." "Go to hell." The man's hand moved to my throat, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Black spots danced in my vision as he squeezed. "The password. Now." I clawed at his hand, gasping for air. My kickboxing training had prepared me for a lot, but not this. Not someone genuinely trying to kill me. Just as my visio

Maya's POV Another buzz. Ronan: "I'm in the faculty lounge. Third floor. Clear line of sight to the stairwells."And finally, Jaxon: "This is a bad idea. But I'm here if you need me."I climbed the stone steps and pushed through the heavy wooden doors. The lobby was mostly empty, just a few students at the registrar's window and a secretary typing at her desk. And Security Chief David Holland, standing near the security office, watching me.Our eyes met. His expression flickered, just for a second, before settling into professional concern. But I'd seen it. Recognition. Calculation. And something darker.Fear. He was afraid of me. Good.I walked straight to the main desk, ignoring Holland's stare burning into my back. "I need to schedule a meeting with Dean Morrison," I told the secretary. "Regarding the recent incidents involving my privacy and the viral video."The secretary, a woman in her fifties with kind eyes, looked uncomfortable. "Of course, dear. Let me check his calendar."

Lucien's POV Ronan pulled out a folder from under his seat. "I managed to grab these from the Purge Initiative files. Holland's financial records." He opened it, showing bank statements. "He's received over three hundred thousand dollars in the past year alone. Each payment corresponds to a successful hunt.""Successful hunt," Jaxon repeated bitterly. "That's what they call murder now?"Maya snatched the folder, her hands trembling. "There are names here. Dates. Amounts." Her voice cracked. "Jenny Martinez. Five thousand dollars. She disappeared last semester. Everyone thought she dropped out." She looked up, tears streaming down her face. "They killed her. And Holland got paid for it."I wanted to comfort her, but the words stuck in my throat. What could I possibly say? I'd worked for the vampire council. I'd tracked people. I'd been sent to assess whether Maya should live or die. I was no better than Holland."We expose him," Maya said, her voice hardening. "We take this to the pol

Maya's POV But I couldn't stop. The grief was too big, too overwhelming. It was eating me alive from the inside out, and the power was eating everything else.I saw another flash of Lyralei. She was older now, wild-eyed and covered in blood. Thousands of vampires lay dead around her. An entire army was destroyed. And she was laughing and crying at the same time, completely mad with grief and power."I couldn't save them," she whispered to no one. "So I'll avenge them. Every last bloodsucker will pay."She'd lost herself completely to the grief. Let it consume her until there was nothing left but rage and pain and death.That's what would happen to me. I could feel it. The grief was pulling me down into a dark place where nothing mattered except the pain. Where I'd destroy everything and everyone, just like Lyralei had."Maya!" A different voice now. Lucien. "Maya, listen to me!"I opened my eyes. The world was bleached white with power. I could barely see through the storm of energy

Jaxon'sPOV"Love?" She looked up at me, confused and vulnerable."You love him, Maya. That's why your power is out of control. You're terrified of losing him." I squeezed her shoulder. "But love isn't just the terror of loss. It's also a sacrifice. Trust. Choosing to save someone even when it costs you something."The warehouse groaned again. We were out of time."I just gave blood to the vampire I hate most in this world," I continued. "Because saving him means protecting you from the pain of losing him. That's love too. Not romantic love, but something just as real. Understanding what matters and acting on it."Maya's eyes widened with understanding. I could see the shift happening inside her. The wild panic in her expression began to calm.She looked at me, really looked at me. "You sacrificed for him. For me.""We're pack, Maya. All of us. Even the bloodsucker." I managed a small smile. "Now save his life so I don't regret wasting perfectly good werewolf blood."She actually laugh