LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Maya's POV My hands were still shaking from reading Quinn's journal when my phone rang. The caller ID showed a number I didn't recognize, but something in my gut told me to answer. "Hello?" "Maya?" The voice was weak, terrified, and completely familiar. "Baby, is that you?" "Mom?" My blood turned to ice. "Where are you? Are you okay?" "I don't... I don't know where I am." She was whispering, like she was afraid someone might hear. "They took me from the house. Maya, they know what you are. They know everything." "Who took you? Mom, talk to me!" "Men in black clothes. They said... they said they needed me to make you cooperate." Her voice broke into a sob. "Honey, don't come looking for me. It's a trap. They're using me to-" The line went dead. I stared at my phone, terror and rage warring in my chest. My wolf was howling inside my head, demanding action, demanding blood. "Maya?" Ronan was watching me with concern. "What happened?" "They have my mother." The words came out l

Jaxon's POV The sound of shattering glass from my father's office sent ice through my veins. Maya's power had exploded outward like a bomb, and now the entire pack house was plunged into darkness. "Maya!" I shouted, rushing toward the office with Ronan close behind me. "Don't move another step," my father's voice commanded from the darkness. "Or I slit her throat." Emergency lighting flickered on, casting evil shadows across the walls. I could see Maya standing in the center of the room, silver light blazing from her eyes, her claws fully extended. Three guards lay unconscious on the floor, thrown back by her power. But my father still held that knife to Selene's throat. "Dad, let her go," I said, stepping into the room with my hands raised. "This isn't you." "Isn't it?" Damien laughed, and the sound was nothing like the father I remembered. "You have no idea who I really am, Jaxon. Who any of us really are." "Then tell me," I said, moving slowly closer. "Explain why you're thr

Maya's POV Jaxon's blood was warm on my hands as I pressed them against his chest, desperately trying to heal the silver wound. But the poison was spreading too fast, fighting against my healing light like it was alive. "No, no, no," I whispered, pouring more power into my hands. "Don't you dare die on me, Jaxon Cross." His green eyes were getting glassy, unfocused. "Maya... I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize," I sobbed. "Just stay awake. Please." "The Shadow King," Damien said from behind me, his voice filled with something that might have been fear. "That's impossible. He died twenty years ago. I saw his body myself." "Did you?" Ronan asked, shadows writhing around him like living things. "Or did you see what he wanted you to see?" My mother was staring at me with an expression I'd never seen before - not surprise, but resignation. Like a secret she'd been keeping had finally come out. "Mom?" I looked at her, my hands still glowing with failing healing magic. "Tell me Jaxon is w

Ronan's POV I stayed on my knees not because Maya's power forced me to, but because I was too stunned to move. The woman I loved was gone, replaced by something beautiful and terrible and completely inhuman. Her eyes were pools of absolute darkness now, and when she looked at me, I felt like she was seeing right through to my soul. The energy radiating from her made my own shadow magic feel like a candle compared to a forest fire. "Get up," Maya commanded, her voice echoing with unnatural authority. We all obeyed instantly. Even the Shadow King rose to his feet, though he looked pleased rather than afraid. "Magnificent," he said, pride filling his voice. "You're even more powerful than I hoped." Maya turned to face him, and I saw something flicker across her features. For a moment, she looked like herself again - confused, scared, overwhelmed. But then the darkness reasserted itself. "You left me," she said, her voice hurting beneath the power. "My whole life, I thought you wer

Maya's POVWhite ceiling tiles stared back at me, each one perfectly square and boring. My head felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton balls, and my mouth tasted like I'd been chewing on sandpaper for weeks. Where was I?The steady beep of machines filled the quiet room. A heart monitor. An IV drip. The antiseptic smell that screamed hospital hit my nose, making me scrunch up my face in disgust."Oh good, you're finally awake!" A cheerful voice made me turn my head slowly. A nurse with kind brown eyes and graying hair smiled at me from the doorway. Her scrubs were covered in tiny cartoon wolves, which seemed oddly fitting given my recent... dreams?"Where am I?" My voice came out as a croak, barely recognizable."Blackstone University Medical Center, sweetie. You've been our guest for three days now." She bustled over to check my IV, her movements efficient but gentle. "I'm Nurse Patricia, but everyone calls me Patty."Three days? My brain felt foggy, like trying to see through