Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 71

-Alex's POV-

The video replayed on a loop, each cycle twisting the knife in my gut a little deeper. Amaya. Her face filled the screen, her hand reaching for the file in my desk. She knew. She knew what she'd done. The evidence was gone, but the memory of seeing the picture, of seeing her tangled with Adrian, my best friend, of all people, was burned into my brain.

Rage, raw and primal, coursed through me. The memory of confronting Adrian, of the brutal fight, barely brought any satisfaction. They both deserved the pain I felt, a pain so deep it threatened to consume

me.

My father's voice, cold and unforgiving, echoed in my head, "Trust no one." Then, just as abruptly, Ruth's voice cut through the fog of anger.

"Mr. McCall is here, sir."

My wolf snarled in protest at the interruption, but this was something I needed to do. There was something about McCall, something! couldn't quite put my finger on. They said, "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." Maybe there was truth in the old saying

Ivan entered the room, his gaze flitting around before settling on me. I shut down the video with a click, giving him my full attention.

"Ivan," I greeted, my voice neutral.

He stood a few feet away, broad shoulders filling the doorway, arms crossed defensively. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Finally, he spoke, his voice gruff.

"You said you'd help me out with my company."

I leaned back in my chair, mirroring his pose. "I did." The single word hung in the air, a challenge.

"Care to tell me the specifics of what's happening?" I asked, my voice light. "Or do you just need my money?"

His eyes narrowed at the way I emphasized the last word and I almost smiled. He recovered quickly, though.

“I took a bad deal," he admitted, his jaw clenching for a moment before relaxing. “One that's putting me underwater. I'm trying to claw my way back up, but it's more than I bargained for. So yes, I do need 'your' money."

"If you needed an investor," I said, my voice deceptively calm, "why come to me? Why not someone else? Like Daniel Stone."

The mention of Stone's name was like a physical blow, Ivan's face hardened, his features morphing into a mask of barely contained dislike. "I think you know Stone well enough to understand his help wouldn't come cheap," he said through gritted teeth,

I did. All too well. He was everything I despised - ruthless, calculating, and with a predatory gleam in his eyes that always made my skin

with his," I pointed out, the words leaving a bitter

different," he countered, his voice firm. "The merger makes us the strongest pack in the city. I put up

L. Dislike for Daniel Stone, though in my case, it ran far deeper than mere dislike. It was a simmering

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still left a raw scar

do you know what I'll ask for won't be equally... overwhelming?" I challenged him, a flicker of my true emotions slipping

his own eyes stormy. "Is

fingers in front of me. "Let's hear it, Ivan. Tell me

deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. The defiance was gone, replaced by a weariness that mirrored the

new construction project on the outskirts of the city," he began, his voice low. "Prime real estate, perfect for high-end apartments. I saw it as an opportunity to expand my company's reach,

help but listen intently. Despite everything, despite the tangled mess of our history because of her, Ivan had always been a good businessman.

of the deal, the unexpected cost overruns, and the tightening

watching the city lights wink on one by one as the sun dipped below the horizon. "So," I finally said, my

cost overruns and renegotiate

he mentioned was staggering. A significant chunk of change but it was nothing for someone like

you offering in return?" I asked, my voice devoid of

then met my gaze. "A

A partnership.

repeated, the word hanging heavy in the air. It wasn't

throat, his eyes flickering away for a moment before locking back onto mine. "Yeah, a big

Fifty-one percent meant giving me controlling interest. It was a bold offer, one that reeked of desperation but also a surprising amount of trust. I did not

disbelief creeping

of defiance returning to his eyes. "We'd be partners. You bring the cash,

my spine. "And what happens," I pressed, leaning forward, "if things go south? If

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my gaze, his jaw clenching for a moment. "Then we both lose," he said finally. "But I wouldn't be