Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 21

~Alex's POV

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The dial tone buzzed in my ear, a mocking little rhythm that mirrored the gnawing anxiety in my gut. I slammed the phone back down on the cradle, the plastic greaning under the impact. My fingers hovered over the screen again, the familiar pattern of her number etched into my memory. Part of me yearned to press call, to hear her voice, any voice, at this point. But the other part, the more cautious part, held me back, yet the nagging feeling remained.

why had she called?

What was she thinking?

A sigh escaped my lips, a plume of frustration in the still air of my office as I dropped the phone on the table.

It vibrated, startling me from my thoughts. My heart leaped-maybe it was her! But the flicker of hope died as quickly as it arose. It was just Christian, his name flashing on the screen in a digital taunt. With a grimace, I answered the call. "Expecting someone else?" he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Are you calling me to tell me it's done or calling to just irritate me?" I countered, my voice Hat

"Now, now, Alex," he chuckled, the sound grating on my nerves. "I know you're lonely cooped up in that office all day. Just wanted to be a friend."

I fought back a growl. Christian's idea of friendship was twisted. Sometimes, it intrigued me, most times it just annoyed me but it was what I liked about

him. How twisted he was.

"Cut the crap. Christian," I growled, the sound low and menacing.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, feigning surrender. "Since you want to be so serious, the message has been sent. His company will take the first hit tomorrow. Then I'll work on twisting the knife where it hurts the most."

A flicker of satisfaction, primal and unwelcome, coursed through me. Daniel Stone. The name had become a constant thorn in my side, a festering wound that wouldn't heal. His arrogance, his ruthlessness, everything about him made my blood boil. Seeing him crumble, his carefully constructed empire teetering on the brink - it would be a twisted kind of justice.

My wolf rumbled in agreement deep within me, a deep guttural sound that vibrated through my bones. Pushing those primal urges down, I spoke.

"Good. Just keep me updated."

"But of course," He replied, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Wouldn't want you to miss any of the fun, would we?"

he spoke again, his tone shifting abruptly. "I

that crawled up my spine. I waited, my breath caught in my throat, expecting him to

to ask what it was about?" I finally managed, my

enjoying the discomfort he was causing. "But hey,

doubt and worry that would gnaw at me untill had answers. "Do your damn job,

final, self-satisfied chuckle, he ended the call. I slammed the phone back down, the frustration momentarily eclipsed by a surge of anger. Christian was a necessary evil in this game, a skilled manipulator who

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the knife, to play psychological games,

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to clear the fog of emotions swirling inside me. My mind drifted back to Amaya like it always did. I let out a sigh as a knock on the door startled me

a hint of concern. "Mr. Thome," she began, "I apologize for interrupting, but I wouldn't bother

on with it, Ruth," I interrupted, impatience coloring my tone. The day's events had worn on my nerves,

her voice steady despite my brusqueness. "He was quite insistent on seeing you and wouldn't leave without

say what

head slightly. "He was rather tight-lipped. Just

a spark amidst

pushing myself out of my chair. "Send him

proposal scheme, I never liked Ivan. There was something about him, a polished veneer that felt an inch too thick. Like a cheap suit trying to pass

flicked up, taking him in. "Well what?" I countered, keeping my tone

me a seat?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in

in uninvited and don't have an appointment," I drawled, "I wouldn't say you exactly qualify

flicker of something crossed his face, a crack in the smooth facade. It was gone as fast as it appeared, replaced by a practiced smile. "Fair enough," he conceded, taking a seat opposite me without waiting for

chair, "let's get to

need your help," he blurted out, the urgency in his voice a stark contrast to his earlier composure. There was a tremor in his

nerves.

Interesting.

least. I

a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. "My company. I'm in a bit of a

invest?"

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scraped against my ears. "Natural? Maybe. But Stone thinks my company is rock solid, my pack strong. That's the whole point of his marriage proposition to Amaya. I can't let him know otherwise. Not if I want to keep her around