Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 48

-Alex's POV-

I don't know the specific place werewolves go when they leave this earth. Humans believed in heaven and hell. Werewolves, unlike humans, believed our creation came from the moon goddess. She was written in stories to be a kind and gentle soul but if there was a place like hell that was created for our kind, I was definitely going there for kissing her.

The moment my lips touched hers, I felt it all.

Was it possible to be dead and still be living?

I was sure that was what had happened to me in the last four because right now? All I felt was life, like a rekindled fire burning inside me. Her lips were as soft as I remember, her soft body molded into my hard frame. We were made for each other. I had known this from the moment I first saw her.

My hands wrapped around her waist pulling her into me. I wanted to consume her, bury whatever distance existed between the two of us. I deepened the kiss and that was why it all came crashing down. I was suddenly shoved off her, then a slap followed. At least her claws were tout this time. She stared at me with different emotions coursing through her face but the most dominant was shock.

Shock because she had kissed me back. I could still taste her, my body hummed with anticipation. My wolf paced relentlessly in my head growling the same word that had haunted me since I saw her: Mate. He wanted her but we couldn't have her, not after everything that had happened. Not after what she did. She continued to stare at

Alex. me then as if she was suddenly yanked out back to reality, hee eyes narrowed, "Fuck you,

Her hands trembled as she gathered the papers then grabbed her bag before heading out of my office. She gave me one last glance, her eyes conveyed the message that I already told myself.

I shouldn't have kissed her then she was gone, the door shutting behind her leaving me how I had been these last four years since I drove her out of my life.

Alone and Empty.

My hand instinctively reached for my phone and with a few taps, I sent a terse text to Christian: "At The Den. Now."

out of the office. My head was spiraling with conflicting emotions- anger, regret, a primal urge to possess - but one thought echoed louder

place where whispered deals solidified empires and fortunes were gambled away with

need to be told my usual - a double Scotch, neat. The amber liquid burned down my throat, a temporary escape from the fire burning within

loneliness, I was starting to think Christian was the only one

Fri, 21

Chapter 48

angry, there was no need to fuel the anger

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was futile. My mind had already drifted

my forehead as I stared at the brightly colored ice cream truck parked at the edge of the park. "What are we doing here?" I growled, the irritation evident in my voice, Amaya's smile, radiant and carefree, could have rivaled the summer sun. "Getting ice cream, silly," she chirped, her voice brimming with

was a childish treat, and even when I was a child, I

arm before I could protest. "I'll even let you pick the flavor." A dark look crossed my face at the word "flavor" - a subtle reminder of the double meaning of the word. She knew exactly where my mind was headed, a blush creeping up her cheeks as if to confirm my suspicions but still, that didn't help the frown on

clubs and high-end restaurants were more my scene, places that exuded power and control. This was

she had insisted that I court her then she would decide if she wanted to be claimed by me or not. That was a bull story because we both knew how it was ending, now that I

to drag me to a park and we were currently standing in front of an ice cream truck, because the alternative, the thought

headline of my present

on crying your heart out," a voice drawled, laced with a hint of amusement, "tell me now so

emotions, to see Christian standing before me. His usual stoic expression was replaced by a look of mild curiosity, a rare sight on his face. He slid into

apologize for that." Those were the

flickered with surprise, a rare sight for Christian. Nothing ever surprised him but

does the almighty

jibe, "I know you do what you can, more than I could ever ask and you shouldn't be on the receiving end of my

is going on with you? Are you dying? Because that's the only explanation I can come up with for this bizarre display of