Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 32 -Maya's POV-

I stared at him, my mouth agape, struggling to form a coherent response. "There must be some mistake," I finally managed, "This is crazy! -

"We have reason to believe you were involved in a series of financial transactions linked to illegal activities with your father," the officer continued, his voice devoid of emotion. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."

My brain scrambled to process his words. Money laundering? Illegal activities? It was like he was speaking a foreign language. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some kind of bizarre misunderstanding.

glanced at Ivan, searching for some flicker of recognition, some shred of understanding in his eyes. But his expression was a mask, a mixture of shock and confusion that mirrored my own. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, another officer stepped forward.

"Let's go," the officer who had arrested me said curtly, gesturing towards the door. His grip on my arm tightened, leaving no room for argument.

Suddenly, a new sound pierced the tense silence. A groggy voice, laced with confusion, echoed from the living room.

"Amaya? What's going on?" My mother. She must have finally woken up from the chaos. Maybe if it was any other situation, I would have wondered why she hadn't woken up throughout Miranda's tantrum. Before I could even turn my head to look at her, her voice rose in alarm. "What are you doing to her?" she shrieked, her words directed at the officers.

As if jolted awake by her outburst, Ivan finally reacted. He lunged forward, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Let her go! This is a misunderstanding!"

The officers, however, were unfazed. One of them reacted instantly, his hand flashing to his holster as he drew his gun. "Sir, I suggest you don't make another move." His voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

Everything was happening so fast, a whirlwind of confusion and terror. My mother screamed, a high-pitched sound that clawed at my sanity. I had never even been involved in my father's company! There had never been any talk of money laundering, of illegal activities. It was all a terrible mistake, a cruel nightmare. But the officers weren't interested in explanations. With a firm grip on my

anger. She arm, they began to usher me towards the door. My mother lunged after me, her face contorted with a mix of fear and reached out, her hand grasping at my arm. "Amaya! No!" she cried, her voice cracking with desperation.

But before I could say anything, the officers were pulling me out of the house. The world blurred into a nightmarish collage of flashing lights and sirens wailing in the distance. Through the haze of confusion and panic, I could hear my mother's screams fading behind me.

"Stop them! You can't let them take her!

as abruptly, her voice was gone, like a distant, the way she had been for the better part of my life, replaced by the rhythmic thump of my own heart hammering against my ribs. As they shoved me into the back of a waiting police car,

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window. He stood there on the porch, his

mouthed silently, his voice barely

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wolf thrashed inside me, snarling inside my head. The primal urge to fight, to tear free, was overwhelming. But I shoved

on deaf ears. The officers were stoic, their faces emotionless masks. By the time we arrived, the only

process was a cold, impersonal affair. Fingerprints, mugshots, a strip search that left me feeling utterly violated. They took everything from me - my phone, my wallet, even the necklace Alex had given me that I

and something else.. fear. Two women sat on a metal bunk, their eyes following my every move with a mix

a defiant glint in her eyes, spoke first. Her voice

a jerk of her chin. "You in for shoplifting,

my head,

bother," the other woman cut me off. She was older, her face etched with a lifetime of hard living. "They ain't interested in explanations here. Just keep your head down and don't cause any trouble." Despite the hostility in their voices, a flicker of something akin to pity crossed the older woman's face. "What'd you do, kid?" she

money laundering," I stammered, the absurdity of the accusation still sinking

the s**d-headed woman. "Money laundering? You look like you couldn't

up my neck. "It's a mistake. There's no way I could

studied me for a long moment, her gaze unwavering. "Looks like you got yourself in a heap of trouble, kid. But listen good, there are ways to survive in here. Don't trust anyone, least of all the guards. And if anyone tries to mess with you, you fight

forcing myself to meet her gaze. "I... I

a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Looks

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she won't be such a pain in the

of us said another word and I turned my gaze staring out the cell. How was I involved in this when I had never gotten entangled in my father's company. I closed my eyes, focusing on my connection with my wolf. I hadn't let her out in years because the rejection had hurt us in so many ways. I still felt broken but being