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."

air, heavy with history. Daniel Stone, the Alpha of the rival Crescent pack, had been a thorn in my side for as long as I could remember. The animosity between our

the words a low

scoffed. "Don't get all possessive on me. This isn't some fairy tale. She's not a

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 to her

Stalk her? Kidnap her? Force her to be with you? Because I

was right again. This wouldn't be easy. Claiming a mate from a rival pack was a delicate dance, fraught with potential for bloodshed. But the primal urge that pulsed within me,

it out yet," I admitted, frustration gnawing at me. "But one thing's for

flicker of concern replacing his earlier amusement. "Just be

said. "But this... this is different. This

air as we finished our drinks, a silent understanding settling between us. The path ahead wouldn't be easy, but the primal

face. "Alright, enough brooding," he declared, clapping me on the back. "Let's go see what this woman looks like that's managed to rattle the all-powerful billionaire Alpha Alex

anywhere near her, Adrian, When I see her again, I want her to be mine," I finished, the possessiveness in

widened. "Come on, Alex," he chuckled. "Loosen up a bit. A little harmless curiosity wouldn't hurt, would it? Besides, I wouldn't

Adrian," I countered, my voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement at his usual daredevil tendencies. "This is serious. We don't want to s p o her or

in mock surrender. "But stalking from a distance is practically a national pastime for werewolves, right? We can just observe

myself out of the booth. "Stalking is a

stick in the mud. Besides, you know you're curious too. What is she like? Maybe she'll be

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, the potential for conflict between

bar, Adrian stopped and placed a hand on my shoulder, his earlier amusement replaced by a look of genuine concern. "No matter what, Alex," he said, his voice low and serious. "I'll be with you