Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

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Chapter 25

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-Alex's POY-

A guttural curse echoed through the speakers, followed by the sickening thud of something heavy hitting the wall. I almost laughed, leaning back in my chair as I watched the live feed from one of the hidden cameras Christian had planted in Daniel Stone's office.

Daniel himsell was a whirlwind of barely contained fury. His face, usually a mask of practiced composure, was contorted with rage, Veins bulged in his neck, and his perfectly styled hair was coming undone, strands sticking to his forehead like sweat dampened flags of surrender. The multi-million dollar mahogany desk that served as the centerpiece of his office looked like it had been ravaged by a toddler having a tantrum. Papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled into unrecognizable balls, others fluttering to the floor. An expensive glass pen, the kind I would never stoop to using, lay

I

shattered on the white marble floor.

A twisted part of me enjoyed the spectacle a little more than I cared to admit. It was a petty pleasure, a childish delight in seeing the man who had being a thorn to my family brought so low. Even before I discovered Amaya was my mate, he had hated my father, my pack, something that transcended to me and I never know why. Somehow, he always came up on top.

But that was then, and this was now. Christian, with his ruthless efficiency and disturbing lack of moral compass, had turned the tables. He'd exposed Daniel's dirty dealings, leaked damaging information to the press, and launched a hostile takeover of Stone Industries, all with surgical precision. The company was hemorrhaging money, its stock price plummeting faster than a stone dropped down a well. Daniel's carefully constructed empire was crumbling around him, and the look on his face was priceless.

And this was just the beginning.

"Fix it!" he roared, his voice strained with impotent fury. "I don't care how you do it, just fix it!" He spun around, his gaze landing on the two cowering figures huddled in the corner of the office. They were both senior executives, men who usually carried themselves with an air of self-importance. Now, they looked like frightened rabbits caught in the headlights.

"We're... we're working on it, Mr. Stone," one of them stammered, "But the market is in freefall, and there's only so much we can do."

of utter exasperation. There's always something you can do!" he bellowed. "That's what I pay you for! Think, d am n it, think! Come up with a plan, any plan!" He paced the room like a caged animal, his movements jerky and erratic. I should feel bad for doing this to her father. He might be an e b

pang of... something. Regret? Sympathy? it was hard to say. The man had caused me so much pain,

rate, each red digit a testament to Daniel's crumbling empire. A small, almost

off.

my mind. I had texted her an address after I ended the call. I had waited but she didn't

her about but in that moment, I

by a sharp ping from my phone. It was a text. From

low growl rumbled deep within me. Just what I needed.

e with irritation.

even know

me at The Rusty Compass.

convoluted scheme designed to irritate me further, to poke and

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seemed so adept at

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her wasn't an option. She had a knack for creating chaos, and 1 couldn't stay put. With a

of cheap beer and stale cigarettes. The

through the door, the smell of stale beer and desperation hit me like a physical blow. The air was thick with smoke and the low hum of drunken conversation. Dimly lit corners

sound of aggression, but of recognition. My gaze snapped towards the source of the growl, cutting through the haze of smoke

back was to me, but the stiff set of her shoulders and the way her jaw was clenched tight spoke volumes. Miranda was standing right in front of her. Her face was illuminated by the flickering flame

could almost feel the tension radiating off her, the barely controlled fury simmering beneath the surface. Another growl erupted from within me, this time a possessive snarl fueled by a primal urge to protect

worn wooden floorboards creaking in protest under my weight. Heads turned as ! moved, a hush falling over the room for a brief moment before the murmur

was a complex mix of emotions- anger and a flicker of something else I couldn't quite decipher. But it was the fury simmering beneath the surface that mirrored my own that