Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter Three

-Maya's POV-

The entire air was sucked out of the room or maybe it was because I forgot how to breathe. Memories, buried deep, surged back with an unbearable intensity.

I couldn't ignore the betrayal, the pain he'd inflicted when he coldly cast me aside. "I reject you, Amaya Stone," his words echoed relentlessly in my mind, each syllable a stab to my wounded soul. And yet, despite the hurt, a part of me couldn't help but acknowledge the lingering connection, the remnants of the love we once shared.

My mouth opened to say something- say anything. Luckily my father beat me to it when his growl reverberated in my ear, "What is he doing here?"

Ivan looked between Alex and my father while I watched the man who had ripped out my heart without a second thought walk towards Ivan's sister, whisper something in her ear before they made their way to the far end of the dining hall.

My wolf howled, urging me to make a move but I couldn't.

"I didn't realize Miranda would bring him," Ivan glanced at his sister who was chatting away happily as members of their pack congratulated her, his eyes narrowed, "And I did not realize their relationship had gone this far."

"You don't like him?"

There was no need to look at my father. I heard the smile in his voice when he asked the question.

"I have no feelings towards him. Alex Thorne is not a man I would trust but my sister has never been one to listen to me. I cannot tell her who she should or shouldn't be with."

The easy smile returned to his face, "Let's not let one bad egg ruin our evening, shall we proceed?"

The dinner went on and I was slowly dying. Everytime my eyes turned in their direction, my heart broke even more.

He used to smile at me just like that.

How could he not feel my wolf? How could he not feel the pain seeping from me? I hated how much it still hurt after all these years because the only thing I ever wanted to feel towards him was hate.

surprise that Miranda hadn't brought him to our side of the table for a formal congratulations but I went on with my

haze, I was aware of Ivan trying to make small talk

"Stop looking at him like a lost puppy. I

I kept my gaze trained on my plate, refusing to let them eyes wander back to the distant corner when Ivan caught my

eating, don't you like the

The food is lovely.. I

The sudden sharp command echoed through the

to my father who had risen to his feet glaring at Alex, a silent fury radiating from

from Alex's face as if he suddenly became

he was searching for

flicker of surprise crossed his features as our eyes met across the room, a collision of emotions growing within me like a storm. My wolf stirred, responding to the magnetic pull, urging me towards him. I knew without a doubt that he felt it too- mirrored my feelings but just as swiftly as the connection sparked to life, his demeanor shifted. His eyes, once soft with a hint

escalating tension, "Mr stone I think-" but

will not sit here anymore and eat in

that long before snapping. His hatred towards Alex and his family was a longstanding flame that finally ignited, the reason for the rivalry between both packs

then focused his attention back to his food. Miranda sat still, waiting for how it

more chance to leave, Thorne or you

to him, Alex continued

rose, my father commanded, "Take him

recognized as members of my pack approached Alex, still he

it so fast that a bone snapped. I couldn't help but gasp,

angry growl, "You will pay for that, you bastard," he swung his

the attack, smoothly evading the strike while gracefully maneuvering away from the other's attempt to grab him. Rising to his feet, Alex

out," my father growled,

a man - one who made billions and had been my once-loving mate. This version of him was an entirely different entity. His movements held a captivating elegance, a grace that effortlessly evaded their strikes, making it seem like a deadly

and they end up dead. I do not want bloodshed

interrupted the dialogue as one of the men crashed onto a side table, the shattering of glass and splintering of wood magnifying the chaos. Despite the commotion, Alex remained composed, a serene mask masking the intensity beneath the surface while the other man panted, relentlessly swinging his