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.

the table for a formal congratulations but I went on with my food

I was aware of Ivan trying to make small talk but I

suddenly, "Stop looking at him like a lost puppy.

my gaze trained on my plate, refusing to let them eyes wander

are hardly eating, don't you like the

I.. The

out!" The sudden sharp command echoed

my father who had risen to his feet glaring at Alex, a silent fury radiating from him. The room had fallen into silence, everyone anticipating

fell from Alex's face as if he suddenly became aware of

room like he was searching for something until they

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

tension, "Mr stone I think-" but my father's voice cut through like

not sit here anymore and

to give it to my father for holding out that long before snapping. His hatred towards Alex and his family was

a moment longer then focused his attention back to his food. Miranda sat

to leave, Thorne or you will

had spoken to him, Alex continued with

rose, my father commanded, "Take him

men, I recognized as members of my pack approached Alex, still

an instant, he twisted it so fast that a bone snapped. I couldn't help but

you bastard," he

strike while gracefully maneuvering away from the other's attempt to grab him. Rising to his

him out," my father growled, signaling an

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

men before this escalates and they end up dead. I do not want bloodshed in my house." "Then you shouldn't have

argument and the escalating conflict. The room crackled with tension, the air thickening with the impending clash. Then, a thunderous crash 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