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."

burnished copper cascading down her back, eyes like liquid emerald fire. A body carved like it was made to make men sin. Every head had turned, every breath hitched. She was

see - a threat, a rival in in whatever twisted game she thought she was going to

glass away, "Don't talk about her like that.

I said

with venom, "you underestimate me. Women like Amaya? I practically wrote the book

Chapter 7

the first time. Now, silence sat heavy between us, a silent acknowledgment of my defeat Miranda, sensing my hesitation, leaned in like a

urge to grab her, pin her against the wall and f**k the smugness out of her, was almost overwhelming. But my anger was a tangled

playground for the city's high-fliers, the werewolf elite. Loud bass thrummed in my chest as walked in, the scent of sweat and expensive perfume thick in the air. Perfect. For tonight, I needed anonymity

arched to the music, commanding the room even in a crowd of twenty,

slowly turned in my direction. Our eyes clashed across the room and it felt like everything

ground as a man struck her down. A fight had started

rational thought fled, replaced 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 he'd

unleashed, pulsed beneath my skin. It wasn't just Amaya; it was everything that night represented - Miranda's taunts, my helplessness, the simmering anger just waiting to

seemed to shrink away, leaving only the echo of my words and the ragged gasps of the man in my

he stuttered, tears welling up in his

My wolf wanted

to see Natalia holding Amaya,

to back down. This wasn't the time or place. "If you ever

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

"I will have my

her back

is going to my house. We can deal with Daniel Stone's Lantrum