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.

don't need my help wooing

it never gets old.

the day,

futile.

boss has a problem with my work hours then he

I will," I muttered, but a grin

adrenaline. Women adorned in glitter and jewels fluttered around like exotic butterflies, while men, fueled by ego and bravado, tried to outdo each other with displays of

VIP section, the world seemed to tilt amidst the kaleidoscope of color and movement, my eyes locked

The music muted,

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

eyes met. Time stopped. The air crackled with an unseen energy. The words I was about to say evaporated. My wolf, ever-attuned to my emotions,

word raw and powerful, leaving no room for

mirroring the shock in

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quickly as it appeared. But the echo remained,

a brand seared

down with the sting of a slap. The phantom pain of the brand throbbed on my shoulder, a constant reminder of what I knew would never fade. "Mex!" Miranda's voice yanked me back

her, imitation simmering beneath the surface. My jaw clenched, and she could probably feel the heat radiating off me. "What the hell was

what about?" she feigned confusion,

growled, my words laced

to be friendly with my future

happen to "know" that Ivan made reservations here?" I shot back, skepticism