Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 43 -Maya's POV-

The soft hum of conversation drifted from the phone pressed against my ear, momentarily pulling me away from the half-finished sketch on my desk. Natalia's voice, usually a source of comfort and calm, held a tinge of concern that sent a jolt through me.

"Earth to Amaya," she repeated, her voice laced with amusement.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I blurted out, snapping back to attention. "I wasn't listening to you." The apology tumbled from my lips before! could even process the fact that I had zoned out in the middle of our conversation. I couldn't see her, but I could practically picture her rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

"Of course you

weren't," she replied, a playful scold in her voice. "As I was saying, I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing. I know your father, Amaya. He's a ruthless businessman, through and through but also an s le. I don't see him willingly signing away power like that."

It was as if she was peering directly into my mind, reading the doubts and anxieties that had been swirling there for days. Natalia had always possessed an uncanny ability to understand me, to anticipate my thoughts and feelings. It was one of the things! cherished most about our friendship.

"It almost feels like he strong-armed you into it," she continued, her voice turning serious. "Think about it. He stands to gain everything from this merger - leading two of the most powerful packs in the entire city. The influence, the resources..." Her voice trailed off, but the unspoken implication hung heavy in the air.

I let out a long sigh, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that followed her words. The truth was, I had been kicking myself ever since I agreed to the merger and I couldn't help but wonder why, Ivan had proven himself time and again, standing by me through thick and thin.

"I don't know, Nat," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. "He hasn't given me any reason to doubt him. He's been nothing but supportive, helpful but still..." My voice trailed off. "And the lawyer, still nothing?" Natalia asked.

I huffed out a breath. "Still nothing. Which isn't exactly helping my paranoia levels. I mean, how am I supposed to have a conversation with my father about all this when I can't even see him?"

A beat of silence followed, then she spoke, her voice calm and measured. "Listen, Amaya, I understand your doubts. This whole situation is suspicious as hell. But still Ivan has consistently proven himself to be trustworthy, reliable. I think we are both just overthinking it."

lower lip, a small spark of guilt flickering to life within me. She was right. Ivan had been nothing short of amazing these past few weeks. He had helped me navigate the chaos surrounding my return, provided unwavering

heads, "I conceded,

But in this case, give Ivan the

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Chapter 43

at me with genuine care and concern in his eyes. The evidence, I had to admit, pointed towards his sincerity. "Yeah, I guess he has," I finally admitted, a hint of a reluctant smile playing

you back to focusing on those fabulous designs of yours? The world needs your creativity, Amaya, not

my muscles, and Natalia's voice, laced with reason, had finally

teasing voice cut in. "Personal calls aren't allowed during work hours,

met the gaze of a woman, the same person who had ushered me

amusement.

and shoving the phone into my pocket. "I, uh, I didn't realize anyone was there." I scrambled to compose myself, trying to project a more professional air. The woman chuckled, a friendly sound that instantly put me at ease. "No worries," she said,

there."

officially welcome you to Lunar Designs." A genuine smile spread across my face as I grasped her hand. Her grip

on board," She declared, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "We've been needing a fresh set of eyes in the

back in my chair. "Really? She seems nice enough." Sarah's comment piqued my

to embrace change but don't worry," she said with a sly grin. "That's where we come in, the creative rebels. And with you on our team, we might just be able to finally shake things up a bit. She went on and on how your designs were different from what she expected, she wasn't eager but even she couldn't deny that your creativity wowed

idea of collaborating with a team of passionate designers, even if it meant navigating some corporate politics, suddenly

said, leaning forward in my chair. "How do things work around here? Who are the key players I need to know about? And most importantly, who