Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 11

-Alex's POV-

-Seven Years Agon

The phone clattered down on the polished mahogany desk, the sharp crack echoing through the office. I slammed my list onto the armrest, the growl already rising in my throat, raw and primal.

"What did Daniel Stone do this time?" Adrian drawled, sauntering in with the unruffled case that always grated on me in these moments.

I threw him a glare, the fury simmering beneath the surface. "Trying to bait me out again, the pompous ass. It's getting hard to ignore," I admitted, the growl escaping this time, low and guttural.

I could feel it, my wolf stirring within, claws scraping against the confines of my control. Daniel Stone, the Alpha of a rival pack had always enjoyed pushing my buttons, and lately, he'd taken it to a whole new level.

"You know he is. Alex," he said, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. "Don't give him the satisfaction. Let it roll-off your back like you always do. He'll get bored eventually, fighting a war with himself."

He had a point, damn him. Adrian, my right-hand man, confidante, and the only person who truly understood the beast I kept caged within. He was always the voice of reason, t

the anchor in my ever-churning sea of emotion and he was right. Reacting was exactly what he wanted.

I clenched my jaw, forcing the wolf back into the shadows. "Fine," I conceded, the word grating like sandpaper on my raw nerves. "But he's pushing it."

A ghost of a smile played on Adrian's lips. "Then let's drown the frustration before it takes control. Drinks? My treat. Consider it your reward for not turing Daniel Stone into an overpriced paperweight. Besides I could use that broodiness that women find attractive to land a few."

I shook my head, but the amusement flickered in

"You my eyes.

need my help wooing

he winked, "but hearing you say it never gets old. Now, brooding billionaire or charming billionaire? Your

the day, Adrian," I protested, knowing it

futile.

a shrug. "If the boss has a problem with my work hours then he should go

muttered, but a grin tugged at my lips. He knew it was

Friday night energy. Bodies pulsed on the dance floor, fueled by alcohol and adrenaline. Women adorned in glitter and

stepped into the VIP section, the world seemed to tilt amidst the

muted, the

of burnished copper, cascaded down her back like a waterfall of fire. Her emerald eyes, sparkling with laughter, held the entire room captive. She moved with a grace that defied the

to say evaporated.

I breathed, the word raw and powerful, leaving

the shock in my

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the intensity, all faded as quickly as it

a brand

brand throbbed on my shoulder, a constant reminder of what I knew would never fade. "Mex!" Miranda's voice yanked me back to the present, laced with a tinge of

simmering beneath the surface. My jaw clenched, and she could probably feel the heat radiating off me. "What the hell was that about?" I demanded, my voice low and

was what about?" she

me," I growled, my words laced with frustration. "You know

trying to be

happen to "know" that Ivan made reservations here?" I