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

trailed off, the question hanging

Ivan cut me off gently. "We need to focus on stopping this before it gets any worse. And

But... nobody's seen him since the bombing. He

with a conviction that surprised me. "Miranda wouldn't tell me, but it's

explained that he'd already tried reaching out to Miranda, but in her usual annoying manner, she'd been dismissive, offering no information about Alex's

blurted out, the words tumbling out before I could

"Absolutely not. This is between Alex and me. You stay

frustration bubbling inside. "Safe? How can you say that when this whole war is happening

I are on opposite sides of this. He might... he might not react

his face, a fleeting glimpse of something I couldn't quite decipher. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by

of calm.

voice regaining its even tone, "you'll be more helpful here. You need to watch the twins now more than

the idea of letting him go alone gnawed at me. My father and Alex had a long and complicated history, a rivalry that predated even my birth. I couldn't shake the image of them facing off, fueled by years of animosity. The

voice firm. "I'm coming with you. You're not going to see Alex by yourself. Not after

crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills. Finally, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he relented. "Fine," he conceded, his voice defeated. "But you stay out

be easy, staying on the sidelines while a potential confrontation unfolded. But the thought of Ivan facing Alex alone was simply too terrifying. We were in this together, and whatever the outcome, we'd face it

the situation pressed down on us, suffocating any attempts at casual conversation.

of Alex's estate loomed into view. I felt a pang of nostalgia. I hadn't seen this place since he threw me out. This has been my home for three whole years and now it just felt so distant. Ivan pulled up to

of them spoke,

flicker of surprise in his gaze before he masked it

narrowed, "We are not leaving until we talk to

spoke this

matter of life and death. We need

his voice dripping with condescension, "you don't get to decide what's important here. Now, unless you want to be escorted off

in my chest, hot and primal But before I

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