Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

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Chapter 62

-Alex's POV-

I stood there, watching Amaya flee the scene, my wolf surged forward, urging me to chase after her. But I knew better. I knew I shouldn't have been there in the first place, inserting myself into her life like a wedge. I had been a fool to think I could just show up and pretend like nothing. had changed. My wolf was still reeling, and now it was pushing me to go after her, to claim her as mine. But I knew that was a recipe for disaster.

Ivan's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity as he turned his attention back to me. His mask was slipping, revealing a glimmer of the darkness beneath. I almost smiled, knowing that no one could be that perf that put together, without hiding something.

And Ivan was definitely hiding something.

"Why won't you leave her the fuck alone?" he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

I met his gaze, my expression neutral, but my wolf seething beneath the surface. He must really have a death wish, I thought, to challenge me like this. I didn't back away, though. I just stared at him, my eyes locked on his, daring him to make a move. My wolf was lunging against the surface, eager to break free and defend me, but I kept him in check.

Ivan's eyes darkened, and his alpha aura hit me like a wave. It was a dark, tainted energy, one that made me question my previous assessment of him as harmless. There was more to Ivan than met the eye, and I made a mental note to dig deeper. His aura was like a punch to the gut, making me almost take a step back.

Almost.

Miranda's voice broke through the tension, her tone tiny and fragile. "Ivan," she whispered, her hand on his arm. "Let's just go."

She sounded like a scared little girl, her usual manipulative demeanor replaced by a quivering uncertainty. I allowed myself to look at her, and she looked scared. Scared of what Ivan would do. Her touch on his arm finally snapped him out of it, and he backed away, his eyes returning to normal. His gaze clashed with mine, and I still had a neutral expression on my face.

"Stay away from Amaya," he growled, before turning and walking away, leaving me and Miranda in an awkward silence.

I thought it was rather ironic how we were engaged, yet so distant. The only connection we would ever have was when I fucked her. I expected her to say something, anything, in her usual calculating manner, but she didn't even look at me. She just clutched her bag, turned around, and walked away, leaving me to wonder what had just transpired.

It was sealed.

just happened. I needed to know what Ivan was hiding,

Miranda. He answered on the first ring, his signature drawl dripping with boredom. "Are you calling to apologize

Christian had a habit of provoking me, pushing my buttons until I snapped. And he had taken it a little too far

I said instead of answering his question, my voice firm and

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10:23 Sat, 22 Jun

Chapter 62

sound carrying

my mind already racing with the logistics

"Okay what?"

"I'm on my way.

another word, my mind already moving on to the next

was boarding the plane, Ruth, my efficient assistant, already having everything I needed waiting for me on board. I really needed to double, if not triple, her salary.

off my suit, feeling a little more at case in my casual clothes. It was just me on the plane, which was exactly how I liked it. I couldn't stand the air hostesses' lingering

as the pilot announced it was time to take off. I brought the glass to my lips, feeling the coolness of the glass against my skin, then tipped it back, letting the liquid

the way she used to look at me. I felt a pang in my chest, a familiar ache that I had been trying to ignore for months now. But it was no use. She had implanted herself under

face vanished, replaced by another woman's face. This woman still had a smile on her face, but it was a sad one, tinged with a hint of melancholy. I knew this

My mother's.

back to a memory from my childhood, one that I had long suppressed. I was eight years old, holding up a crude drawing for her to see. "What is

would-like stick figures. But my mother's face fell, a frown immediately growing on her face. She gently pushed my hand down, the painting going along with it, and looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed. There were some of my father's men lurking in the background, pretending not to pay attention, but I knew they were watching us, watching my mother particularly, to make sure she didn't

a monster." My mother quickly covered my

beautiful eyes were pleading, and there was no way I could say no to her. I nodded silently, feeling a lump form in my throat. She finally smiled, and I loved it when she smiled, but it was a sad smile, a smile that hid a thousand secrets and