All Chapters of LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ronan's POVMy hands were shaking as I held the manila folder that could either save Maya or destroy us all. The weight of what I'd discovered felt heavier than any burden I'd ever carried in my fifteen years as an educator."Ronan," Maya said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "What did you find?"I looked at her standing there in Jaxon's arms, her face still streaked with tears from whatever confrontation she'd had with her family. She looked so young, so fragile, yet I knew the steel that lay beneath her vulnerability. This girl had sacrificed her own reputation to protect Jaxon and me. The least I could do was return the favor."Everything," I said, opening the folder with trembling fingers. "I found everything, Maya. The whole conspiracy against you."Jaxon's arm tightened protectively around Maya's waist. "What kind of conspiracy?"I pulled out the first document, a printed email exchange that had taken me three hours of illegal hacking to obtain. "This is a conversation

Maya's POVThe holding cell smelled like disinfectant and despair. I sat on the narrow metal bench, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking, and watched through the small window as my entire world collapsed around me.It had been six hours since Lyra's perfectly orchestrated ambush. Six hours since the police had led me away in handcuffs while students gathered in the dormitory lobby, phones out, recording every moment of my humiliation. The footage was probably all over social media by now."Maya Cross," the investigating detective had said when he first sat across from me in the interrogation room, "you're in serious trouble. Stalking, harassment, making terroristic threats – these are felony charges that could land you in prison for years.""I never threatened anyone," I'd insisted, my voice hoarse from crying. "Those messages are fake. Lyra Brooks has been harassing me for months. She's the one who..""Miss Cross," he'd interrupted, sliding a thick folder acro

Ronan's POVThe holding cells at the Blackstone Police Station reeked of disinfectant and desperation. I paced the narrow corridor outside Maya's cell, my hands clenched into fists as I watched her sitting on that cold metal bench, looking smaller and more fragile than I'd ever seen her. The orange jumpsuit they'd forced her into made her skin look pale, almost translucent, and the dark circles under her eyes spoke of sleepless nights and crushing fear."Professor Cross?" The voice made me turn sharply. A tall man in an expensive charcoal suit approached, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor. Everything about him screamed money and power, from his perfectly styled silver hair to the gold watch that probably cost more than my annual salary."It's Professor Whitmore," I corrected automatically, studying his face. There was something familiar about his sharp features, the calculating intelligence in his dark eyes. "And you are?""Marcus Blackthorne." He extended a manic

Maya's POV The sound of expensive leather shoes on concrete echoed through the police station hallway, each step measured and deliberate. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pressed my face to the cold metal bars, straining to see who was approaching. Ronan stood rigid beside my cell, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. The man who appeared around the corner took my breath away. He was tall and commanding, wearing a perfectly tailored navy suit that probably cost more than most people's cars. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and when his green eyes met mine through the bars, I felt like I was looking into a mirror. The same eyes I saw every morning in my reflection, the same stubborn set to the jaw, the same way of tilting his head when concentrating. "Hello, Maya." His voice was warm, rich, and carried an authority that made everyone in the vicinity stop what they were doing. "My name is Marcus Blackwood." I couldn't speak. Co

Jaxon's POV I burst through the police station doors just as the clock struck midnight, my heart pounding from the frantic drive across town. The emergency text from Ronan had been brief but terrifying: "Maya's father here. Everything is changing. Come now." The first thing I smelled was power - raw, ancient, and dangerous. It rolled through the air like thunder before a storm, making my wolf pace anxiously beneath my skin. Whatever was happening here, it involved forces way beyond anything I'd encountered before. I followed the scent deeper into the station, my enhanced hearing picking up familiar voices. Maya's voice, strained with emotion. Ronan's, tight with barely controlled anger. And two others I recognized with growing dread - my father Damien, and Lyra. What the hell were they doing here? I rounded the corner to find a scene that looked like something out of a corporate boardroom rather than a police station. A man in an expensive suit sat calmly in a chair, radiati