All Chapters of LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

POV: MayaI was standing outside the cathedral when Lucien emerged from the underground chamber. Dawn was breaking, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. I'd been waiting for five hours, refusing to leave despite Jaxon's attempts to get me to rest.The moment I saw him, alive and walking, relief hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled."Lucien!"I ran to him, and he caught me, wrapping his arms around me like he'd never let go. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his solid presence beneath my hands."You're alive," I whispered. "You came back.""I told you I would." His voice was rough with emotion. "Though it wasn't the outcome I expected."Behind us, I heard the click of camera shutters. The media had followed us here, of course. They followed me everywhere now. The White Luna was news, and every moment of my life had become public property.I didn't care. Let them photograph this. Let the world see that love existed between humans and vampi

Maya's POV"You matter," I said firmly, reaching across the table to take his hand. "You've saved my life in every way a person can be saved. You taught me to control my rage. You gave your blood to save Lucien. You supported my choice even when it hurt. You matter more than you know."Jaxon's eyes glistened with tears he refused to let fall. "Then that's enough. However you want to do this, with him, with me, with whatever complicated arrangement we figure out, I'm in. Because losing you completely is worse than sharing you."I turned to Lucien, who'd been quiet through all of this. "What about you?""I came to Blackstone to assess a threat," he said slowly. "I found the woman I want to spend eternity with, if she'll have me. Two hundred and forty-seven years alone taught me that love isn't about ownership. It's about choosing someone every day, even when it's complicated."He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. "I don't need all of you, Maya. I just need to know

Maya's POV Marcus smiled. "For the real test. For the actual purpose of the White Luna bloodline." He walked to a cabinet and pulled out an ornate wooden box. Inside, resting on velvet, was a crown made of silver metal and moonstone. The Moonstone Crown.Even from across the room, I could feel its power. Ancient. Absolute. Calling to something deep inside me."This crown has been worn by every White Luna who successfully united the supernatural factions," Marcus explained. "Elena refused to wear it. The White Luna before her destroyed it, though I managed to have it reforged. It's been waiting for you, Maya. Waiting for someone strong enough to do what must be done.""And what must be done?" I asked carefully."The supernatural world is fracturing. Right now. As we speak." Marcus set the box down on the table between us. "Vampires, werewolves, witches, fae, all our factions are on the brink of war. The vampire council is divided between those who want peace and those who want dominan

POV: JaxonThe fight erupted with savage intensity. Viktor's rogues attacked from all sides simultaneously. Three werewolves in full shift charged from the left. Four vampires blurred forward with supernatural speed from the right. The witches hung back, chanting spells that made the air crackle with hostile magic.I didn't think. I just shifted.My body exploded into wolf form, bones restructuring, muscles expanding, instincts taking over. The world sharpened into focus. Scents, sounds, movements, all crystal clear. I was three hundred pounds of pure predator, and I was pissed.The first werewolf lunged at Maya. I intercepted it mid-leap, jaws closing around its shoulder. We hit the ground in a tangle of fur and fangs. It was bigger than me, older maybe, but I had something it didn't.The mate bond. I could feel Maya through our connection. Could sense her position, her movements, her intentions. We fought like we'd trained together for years instead of months. When she sent a blast

Jaxon's POV Viktor stared at her hand for a long moment. Five hundred years of pride. Five hundred years of being at the top of the supernatural hierarchy. Five hundred years of never bowing to anyone.All of it crashing against the reality of this moment. He took her hand. Maya pulled him to his feet gently. Viktor stood there, humbled perhaps for the first time in five centuries, and slowly sank to one knee."I yield, White Luna," he said quietly. "I was wrong to oppose you. Wrong to cling to the old ways. You have power and mercy in equal measure. That is... rare. Admirable.""Stand up, Viktor." Maya helped him to his feet again. "I don't want you kneeling. I want you as an ally. Someone who can help bridge the gap between old and new. Can you do that?"Viktor nodded slowly. "I can try."The barriers dropped. The rogues who'd followed Viktor stood there uncertain, looking to their leader for guidance. Viktor turned to them."The fight is over. The White Luna has proven herself. We