Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 37

~Alex's POV-

-Seven Years Ago-

The amber liquid swirled in my glass, catching the dim bar light. Adrian, sprawled across the booth from me, mirrored my action, his own drink disappearing with a satisfied grunt.

"So, let me get this straight," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "Intense, undeniable connection? You felt all that so that meant you finally found the person you were predestined to be with for the rest of your life? Your mate."

I grunted in reply, the news still settling in my gut like a boulder. A mate. The word itself felt old fashioned, a relic from a bygone era. Yet, here I was, a modern man facing a truth as primal as instinct. "And she's a college freshman? Not just that, she is a Stone." Adrian pressed, a sardonic grin twisting his lips.

"Junior," I corrected, forcing down another gulp of whiskey. The burn did little to soothe the disquiet churning inside me. I knew what he was getting at. I was a thirty year old man. Nine years wasn't so much but trust Adrian to point that out.

He threw his head back and roared with laughter, the sound harsh and grating in the smoky bar. "Brilliant! Just brilliant! Your Moon Goddess really has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't she?"

My jaw clenched, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Adrian, with his infuriating brand of gallows humor, was the only person! could have confided in. But even his amusement felt like sandpaper on a raw wound.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, my voice laced with a dangerous edge.

He sobered up instantly, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa there, big guy. No need to get your fur in a twist. It's just... the irony, you know? Amaya Stone, daughter of that self-righteous prick Daniel Stone. Of all the people that could have fathered her, it just had to be him."

Crescent pack, had been a thorn in my side for as long as

give a damn about Daniel Stone," I growled, the words a low rumble in my chest. "She's mine. And I'll

fairy tale. She's not a

was right, of course. From the moment I'd laid eyes on her across the bar, I'd known she was anything but ordinary. I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn

what's the plan, then, Casanova?" he continued, his voice laced with a challenge. "Shower her with expensive gifts? Serenade her under her window? Stalk her? Kidnap her? Force her to be with you? Because I don't think she would go against her father, her entire pack to be

was a delicate dance, fraught with potential for bloodshed. But the primal urge that pulsed within me, the

thing's for sure. I won't let some ancient pack rivalry stand in the way of what's

for a long moment, a flicker of concern replacing his earlier amusement. "Just be careful, Alex," he said

risks," I said. "But this... this

settling between us. The path ahead wouldn't be

brooding," he declared, clapping me on the back. "Let's go see what this woman looks like that's managed to

head, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "We're not going anywhere near her, Adrian, When I see her again, I want her to be mine,"

up a bit. A little harmless curiosity wouldn't hurt, would it? Besides,

his usual daredevil tendencies. "This is serious. We don't want to s p o her or

for werewolves, right? We can just observe from afar,

growled playfully, pushing myself out of the booth. "Stalking

we headed towards the door. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Besides, you know you're curious too. What is she like? Maybe she'll be out practicing her wolf form under the full moon tonight, who

small spark of curiosity flickered within me. The truth was, I hadn't seen her since I left my mark on her in the bar bathroom after the initial shock of discovering our mate bond. The weight of the situation,

a look of genuine concern. "No matter what, Alex,"