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.

hesitated for a beat, her brow creasing slightly. "I did check, sir," she said

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

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

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

any further conversation. The weight of the day, the simmering anger, and the

wave of my hand.

with the interior designer

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 a stiff drink, my phone buzzed on the desk. A glance at the

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 replied, his tone cool and detached.

a premonition

Daniel," He said, a hint of amusement creeping

chair, knocking it over in the process. "What? How is he getting out?" My voice rose an octave, laced with disbelief and

Alex. Seems his lawyers managed to find some technicality,

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

just wanted to let you know. Not exactly breaking news, but figured you should hear it

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

tense silence followed, heavy with unspoken tension. Finally, Christian spoke, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Neither am

received, loud and clear," I spat back,

I bellowed, every word laced, "I pay you good money to just

had him removed for you. He

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

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Chapter 44

you do. You have connections, influence.

exactly, do you suggest I do?" Christian challenged, his voice