Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 7 -Alex's POV-

Amaya Stone.

The name was like a brand scorched onto my brain, refusing to fade ever since she walked into my life. My wolf recognized her instantly, that primal bond screaming mate. But it wasn't just the connection that drew me in. It was the fire in her eyes- a raw, burning intensity that mirrored the flames in my own soul. I loved that fire, cherished it with every fiber of my being. Amaya was the one person I would have walked through hell for, the only one I ever trusted with that piece of myself.

And then, like everyone else, she betrayed me.

My fingers clenched around the whiskey glass, the icy liquid numbing but not erasing the bitter taste of her betrayal even after four years. Miranda's soft voice broke the silence, her presence unwelcome in my study at that moment...

"Stillbrooding, Alex?" Her eyes, sparkling, held a playful glint, but I saw right through it. This wasn't about concern, it was about control. "Don't tell me you're still hung up on that wedding? Honestly, if anyone should be upset, it's me."

Her brother, Ivan, had married Amaya as his mate. A cold fury erupted within me, my wolf straining against the leash, But I held him back, unwilling to give Miranda the satisfaction of seeing my pain.. "It's not the wedding." I growled, my voice raw.

v. "It's the accusation. Planting a bomb? Leaving my y mark on it? I'm not an idiot, Miranda."

She perched on the edge of my desk, her smile laced with disdain. "Just ignore it, darling. This whole mess the families Ivan could have gotten tangled with, why them?" with the Stones? Beneath you. Besides, of all

There was a time when Miranda had fascinated me. I would admit her, having her in my bed was the main goal, one I had managed to accomplish the same night, unfortunately, two months later, she returned announcing she was pregnant.

I thought it was rather ironic when she "lost" the baby a week after I agreed to get married. I knew exactly what had happened. My billions weren't made by me being an idiot, however I decided to go on with the wedding, after all, she did make head turn and when she wasn't irritating my wolf, her antics filled a tiny piece of my empty heart.

The facade was easy enough to put up in public. We looked perfect. The perfect fit. I looked at her eyes. They always sparkled with mischief, like she knew something I didn't, sometimes I found it intriguing, most times it irritated me like right now.

She had been talking but I only managed to catch the last part, "The wife is as plain as they come. I would have mistaken her for a robot. So glad I didn't have to sit through staring at her boring face at that wedding."

the color of burnished copper cascading down her back, eyes like liquid emerald fire. A body carved like it was made to make men

what she wanted to see - a threat, a rival in in whatever

away, "Don't talk about her like that. You don't know

I said

"Oh, honey," she drawled, voice dripping with venom, "you underestimate me. Women like Amaya? I practically wrote the book on them. And guess what?

Chapter 7

a silent acknowledgment of my defeat Miranda, sensing my

and f**k the smugness out of her, was almost overwhelming. But my anger was a tangled mess with frustration. Alcohol would solve it, but this whiskey wasn't

nightclub was a playground for the city's high-fliers, the werewolf elite. Loud bass thrummed in my chest as walked in, the scent of sweat and

a primal recognition pulling me towards her like a magnet. There she was, Amaya, her back arched to the

back went rigid suddenly as she slowly turned in my direction. Our eyes clashed

happened in a blur. A shout and Amaya crumpled to the ground as a man struck her down. A fight had started somewhere on

by a white-hot fury. Before I could even think, I was on top of the offender, hands locked around his throat. He looked like a rich frat boy gone feral, fear dawning on his face as he realized who

raw with barely contained rage. The wolf, unleashed, pulsed beneath my skin. It wasn't just Amaya; it was everything that night represented - Miranda's taunts, my helplessness, the

away, leaving only the echo of my words and the ragged gasps of the man

to hit her," he stuttered, tears welling up in

grip tightened. My

a familiar voice called out. I looked up to see Natalia holding

breath, forcing myself to back down. This wasn't the time or place. "If you ever step foot in this club again," I growled, shoving him

in Natalia's arms. For the first time in four years, my wolf felt at peace. Gently, I lifted her into my arms and walked out of the club, ignoring the curious stares that followed me. The cool night air hit me like a slap. I needed to get Amaya somewhere safe, somewhere away from the prying eyes of the city. I was grateful for the club's exclusivity because the last thing I wanted was "Alex Thorne, the city's most

"I will have my

her back

"She is going to my house. We can deal with