Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 44

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.

did check, sir," she said carefully. "But the interior

whoever she was, had the audacity to dictate my schedule was infuriating. Yet, a

defeated sigh, I ran a hand through my hair. "Fine," I muttered, the anger still clinging to my

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"Of course, sir," she said, her voice regaining its usual calm efficiency. "Is there

the day, the simmering anger, and the unwelcome resurgence of Amaya in my life, all pressed down on me, leaving me feeling drained and out of

wave of my

Dealing with the interior designer could wait.

a day and drown my frustrations in a stiff drink, my phone buzzed on the desk. A glance at the

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.

My gut clenched, a premonition of bad news sending

amusement creeping into his

words slammed into me like a physical blow. I shot up from my chair, knocking it over in the process. "What? How is he getting out?" My voice rose an octave, laced

Seems his lawyers

ground my teeth together, the sound grating in my ear. "This can't be happening," I snarled. "I thought... I thought

voice devoid of sympathy. "Look, I just wanted to let you know. Not exactly breaking news,

my frustration boiling over. "I'm not in the mood for

his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Neither am

and clear," I spat back, my anger mirroring

He damn near destroyed everything I built!" I bellowed, every word laced, "I pay you good money to just let

what you asked me to. Daniel Stone was a thorn at your side. I had him removed for you. He was investigated, his company fell and he went

something you can do, Christian," I shot back, fueled by a

Fri, 21 Jun

Chapter 44

You have connections, influence. I

suggest I do?" Christian

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