Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 18 -Maya's POV-

The silence after the bikers stumbled out was like a physical thing, thick and suffocating. My heart hammered, the adrenaline slowly fading away, leaving behind a cold dread. The primal satisfaction of defending the bar, fueled by my wolf, warted with a creeping foar.

"I, uh...." I stammered, my mouth suddenly dry. I took a tentative step towards Riley, then another, needing to explain, needing something. But before could get close, she recoiled, her hand shooting up to ward me ofl.

Her eyes, wide and fearful, flicked from me to the retreating figures of the bikers, then back to me. I glanced around and relief washed over me momentarily at least the others hadn't seen my wolf lunge to the surface.

But the relief was short-lived, replaced by a sinking feeling in my gut as I met Riley's gaze again.

"Riley, please."Twhispered, my voice barely above a croak. "We need to talk, but not here, I promise I won't hurt you,"

Her lips moved silently for a moment, her expression a mask of confusion and dawning horror. Then, in a voice barely audible, she rasped, "The back."

She spun on her heel and headed towards a swinging door at the rear of the bar. I followed her quietly, the weight of her unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air.

The backroom was small dominated by a battered metal counter and stacks of empty crates. Riley moved straight for the counter, her back to me, her hands gripping the worn wood as if seeking solace in its solidity. Honestly, I couldn't blame her.

The silence stretched again, broken only by the ragged breaths escaping my own lungs.

Then came the question, the one I'd dreaded, "What... what are you? How did you... Your eyes. What are you?"

There were a million ways I could answer. I could lie, tell her she'd imagined the whole thing, the adrenaline messing with her mind. But the thought of it left a bitter taste in my mouth. The past four years had been a living hell, broken by someone else's actions and I wouldn't subject anyone else to that.

I knew how this story ended. The suspicion, the doubt, the slow erosion of sanity as she tried to convince herself it wasn't real. It would break her differently, not like I was.

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "I'm a werewolf," I said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

The silence that followed was deafening. She stared at me, her face'a canvas of disbelief. "A werewolf? But... they don't exist."

the small room. A hysterical edge crept into it, and for a horrifying moment, I thought

of her hand. "Where are the cameras? Because I'm definitely being punked

around the room frantically, searching for some hidden device, some sign

but the terror in her eyes was worse. "Riley," I said gently, reaching out a hand towards her, but

"You're serious?" she whispered.

weight of her fear pressing down

voice rising in panic. "How are you...? How are werewolves real? Werewolves only exist in stories and this is definitely not one!" Chapter

down," I pleaded. "I won't hurt you I promise" But the words seemed to

shrieked, her voice cracking with fear. "You're a monster! A creature out of

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my voice dropping to a low, soothing murmur. Every instinct in me screamed to hug her, to offer physical comfort, but! knew it would

eyes wide and frantic. "You... you can

some reassurance. "I'm Amaya. The same Amaya who you just poured a drink and listened to vent about her day. The wolf is

continued to stream down her face, carving clean tracks through the grime of the bar. "But... but how? Why? And how

voice thick with confusion.

story. And right now, I think it's more important

darting nervously between me and the doorway. Finally, with a shaky hand, she wiped her tears away and took a deep, ragged

And I'm alright. We can talk about this, but

began to subside, replaced by a cautious curiosity. "Alright,"

vibrated in my pocket, shattering the fragile calm that had begun to settle. I pulled it out, my heart sinking as I saw

back at Riley, her fear slowly giving way to a hesitant curiosity. This wasn't how I'd planned this conversation. This

to go. Something just came up, something I can't

furrowed, "Is everything

just happened. But right now, I have to deal with this other

face. "Wait, you're not leaving,