Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 9

The air crackled around Ivan's question, heavy with unspoken meaning. My mind instantly flashed to my father's icy glare. It was tempting to spill the truth, to build our relationship on honesty. But fear, cold and sharp, whispered of lies.

I shook my head, keeping my voice level "Nothing. Just the usual pack rivalry stuff. Why do you ask?"

He studied me for a moment, then his smile returned, quick and easy. "No reason, really. Just trying to keep my ear to the ground, you know? Lots of chatter going around. Heard something about trouble at the new elite club and I heard Alex was involved and you were there. Wanted to make sure you were okay."

The truth prickled on my tongue, but before I could speak, he cut me off, His hand, warm and gentle, cupped my cheek. "Easy there, no need to explain. I'm not some controlling brute. You're free to come and go as you please. Just wanted to check."

Relief washed over me, mingling with a pang of guilt. I forced a smile and nodded. "Thank you. Maybe next time we can go together."

His eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'd like that, Amaya."

The tension eased, replaced by a cautious hope. This was fragile, this trust he extended, and I wouldn't risk shattering it with lies. The future stretched before us, uncertain but full of possibilities. And for now, just for now, the simple truth of his presence felt like enough. Look

His touch lingered on my cheek, the warmth seeping into me, melting away the residual chill of fear. It felt safe. Unfamiliar, but safe.

He took a step back gesturing for them to sit, his smile still in place. "This is something I should have done even before the wedding. I want to know you, tell me about yourself, Amaya. Really. Not the wife Daniel wants me to see, not the Luna everyone expects you to be. Tell me about you."

His request struck a chord, a long-dormant longing for connection. For the last four years, I'd been molded into something I wasn't, expected to follow scripts written by others. But Ivan's eyes, open and curious, held a promise of acceptance, of seeing me beyond the layers.

Hesitantly, I began. "I love to paint," I admitted, surprised by the ease of the words. "Abstracts. Explosions of color, tangled lines that tell stories only I can

see

still paint?"

Ivan's face lit up with genuine interest. "That's incredible. Do you st

stung me. "No. Father..." I stopped, the words harsh and bitter van waited patiently, his eyes understanding.

Shame stung

never approved. Said it was a waste of time. As a

"Ivan!

trophy wife," Ivan finished, his voice surprisingly

silence for a moment,

important. And your father... well, let's just say he

warmed me. Maybe, just maybe, there was space for me to rediscover myself in this strange

I said, a

own. "I'd love to see it," he said, his voice

click of the lock on the door echoed in the silence as a maid passed by, breaking the spell of our o and a frown creased his forehead. He pulled

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Chapter 9

like duty calls. Something

connection fading a little. "Oh. It's okay," I said, forcing a smile.

sorry, Amaya. Really. This wasn't

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he stopped, turning back to me with a hopeful spark in his eyes. "Listen, hot about you come with me?

eyes of my father, with a

awkwardness in his voice. "Work stuff, honestly. It's not exactly glamorous, but hey, someone's gotta make sure

disarming, "Come on, adventure awaits. Trust me, it's more exciting than paint splatters and canvases,

enthusiasm infectious. My doubts melted away, replaced by a flicker of anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand in his "Okay," I

we navigated the familiar, yet

squeezing my

shaky smile. "Just.. it's

while since I went out like this. You know, like

a shiver down my spine.

tension, a thrill danced-the thrill of His words brought a lightness to my heart I hadn't felt in years. My: defying my father, of reclaiming even a sliver

a group of wolves dedicated to maintaining peace and order within the pack. I saw respect in their eyes as they looked

operations, introducing me to his colleagues. I learned about patrols, negotiations, and even a secret network of informants who kept their tabs on the darker corners of the pack. It

conversations, I saw Ivan in a new light. He wasn't just the handsome Alpha's, the charming suitor. He was a leader, a protector, someone who

we left, the first blush of dusk was painting