Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 44

-Alex's POV-

I slumped back in my chair, the weight of the morning's news settling heavily on my shoulders. Miranda, with her usual brand of twisted amusement, had informed me of the merger between Amaya's and Ivan's packs. Individually, each pack hold considerable power, but combined, they were a force to be reckoned with. A grudging part of me acknowledged the strategic brilliance of the move, but the thought of their combined strength sent a jolt of irritation through me.

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What bothered me most was how smoothly things seemed to be progressing between them. My wolf growled in frustration, a primal echo of the anger simmering beneath the surface.

'She doesn't matter anymore, I repeated to myself, a mantra I'd been chanting for weeks now. Amaya had hurt me, betrayed me, and I wouldn't allow myself to be consumed by these lingering feelings. Just then, the soft tap-tap-tap of heels on the hardwood floor broke through my reverie. "Sir?" My head snapped up to meet the concerned gaze of Ruth, my ever-patient personal assistant. "What?" I barked, the harshness of my tone surprising even me. Truth be told, I'd been on edge all morning, and Amaya's name hanging in the air hadn't helped matters.

Why did she have to come back and disrupt everything?

Ruth flinched slightly. She was a master at navigating my moods, but even her calm demeanor seemed to falter under my glare. "I was just reminding you about your appointment at two o'clock, sir," she said softly.

Appointment? My brow furrowed in irritation. What appointment could possibly be important enough to tear me away turmoil brewing within me?

"Appointment with who?" I asked, forcing myself to sound somewhat professional.

"The interior designer, sir," She replied.

from the

The reminder sent another wave of annoyance crashing through me. The whole redesign project felt trivial compared to the sanity struggle brewing in my head.

Couldn't it wait?

"Can't it be rescheduled?" I grumbled, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

brow creasing slightly. "I did check, sir," she said carefully. "But the

she was, had the audacity to dictate my schedule was infuriating. Yet, a part of me knew she was right. Putting

hand through my hair. "Fine," I muttered, the anger still clinging to my

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course, sir," she said, her voice regaining its usual calm efficiency. "Is there anything else I can

the simmering anger, and

that's all, Ruth," I mumbled, dismissing her with a wave of my hand. "Just let

Ruth exited the room, I closed my eyes, the silence amplifying the storm raging within me. Dealing with the interior designer could wait. Right now, I needed a way to quell the

of the morning crawled by in a blur of paperwork and forced cheer. Just as I was about to call it a day and drown my frustrations in

shot through me. Today of all days, I was not in the mood for him. With a deep breath, I answered the call. "Christian," I growled, the remnants of my earlier frustration coloring my voice. "Alex," he

heads-up about what?" My gut clenched, a premonition

of amusement creeping into his

blow. I shot up from my chair, knocking it over in the process. "What? How is he getting out?" My voice

of jail, Alex. Seems his lawyers

sound grating in my ear. "This can't be happening," I snarled. "I thought... I thought we had him locked up

"Look, I just wanted to let you

breadcrumbs, Christian," I roared, my frustration boiling over.

with a dangerous edge. "Neither am 1, Alex. I just called

loud and clear," I spat back, my

I bellowed, every word

a thorn at your side. I had him removed for you. He was investigated, his company fell and he went to jail.

fueled by a potent amount of anger, "That's why you

Fri, 21 Jun

Chapter 44

You have connections, influence.

I do?" Christian challenged, his voice