Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 77

-Maya's POV-

I had let myself slip into normalcy. No other text had followed so I pushed it to one corner as Natalia suggested. I tried as painful as it was to move on from the fact that my father hated me. I let the images slide away from my king. I didn't do it so if Alex was a fodi for believing it then so be it. Things were good with Ivan. I buried myself in work focusing on heading the project. It wasn't easy but avoiding him became a special talent.

I

That fragile peace had shattered in a matter of seconds. My father had bombed Alex's pack house, essentially declaring war. It had been

downhill ever since.

I watched anxiously as Ivan paced back and forth, phone pressed firmly to his ear. He kept running a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. He'd confronted my father, but all he had received in return was a shrug and a dismissal. Things were not good. Not good at all.

The different packs had coexisted peacefully amongst humans for years. Sure, there was an underlying rivalry simmering between Alex and my father, but it had never escalated to full-blown war. Not since I was born, at least. This was bad. Very bad. Humans would inevitably get caught in the crossfire, and the chances of their secret being exposed were higher than ever.

Ivan finally ended the call, and I rushed to his side. "What happened?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

He'd been tirelessly trying to manage the fallout. The war wasn't something he wanted, especially considering the way my father had strong armed things with the merger. This meant Ivan was dragged into the mess, whether he liked it or not.

He let out a heavy sigh. "No one's seen Alex since the bombing, and there have already been attacks. Two wolves are dead."

Like I said, this was not good.

"What do we do?" I pressed, "We can't risk the entire world finding out. If this continues, it won't be stopped. People would not understand. They will hunt us. See us as monsters.

"Okay, okay," Ivan soothed, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the storm brewing inside me. "Let's take a deep breath, We can handle this."

"Humans won't find out," He continued, his voice firm yet reassuring. "These things happen under the radar. We've been living amongst them for centuries, haven't we?"

did little to quell the rising panic. Images of news reports, panicked crowds, and

what if...?" My voice trailed off, the question

are no 'what ifs," Ivan cut me off gently. "We need to focus on stopping this before it gets

heart hammered against my ribs. "Alex? But... nobody's seen him since the bombing. He could

at his mansion," He stated with a conviction that surprised me. "Miranda wouldn't tell me, but it's the

explained that he'd already tried reaching out to Miranda, but in her usual annoying manner, she'd been

out, the words tumbling out before

"Absolutely not. This is between Alex

possessiveness in his voice surprised me, a flicker of warmth battling with the frustration bubbling inside. "Safe? How can you say that when this whole war is happening because of my

his voice laced with exasperation. "Alex and I are on opposite sides

couldn't quite decipher. Then, just as

of calm.

be more helpful here. You need to watch the twins now

history, a rivalry that predated even my birth. I couldn't shake the image of them facing off, fueled by years of

with you. You're not going to see Alex by yourself. Not

crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills. Finally, with a sigh that seemed to carry the

to pull me under. I knew it wouldn't be easy, staying on the sidelines while a potential confrontation unfolded. But the thought of

mansion was filled with an uncomfortable silence. The weight of the situation pressed down on us, suffocating any attempts at casual conversation. Every passing building, every familiar street

This has been my home for three whole years and now it just felt so distant. Ivan pulled up to the security checkpoint, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Two

of them spoke, "Mr

a flicker of surprise

"We are not leaving

this time, "Mr

a matter of

with condescension, "you don't get to decide what's important here.

I could retort, Ivan placed