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?"

logic was sound, but logic did little to quell the rising panic. Images of news reports, panicked crowds, and government

off, the question hanging heavy

on stopping this before it gets any worse. And the

against my ribs. "Alex? But... nobody's

He stated with a conviction that surprised me. "Miranda wouldn't tell me,

usual annoying

together," I blurted out, the words tumbling out before I could

not. This is between Alex and

"Safe? How can you say that when this whole war is happening because of my father? I'm not staying

with exasperation. "Alex and I are on opposite sides of this. He might... he might not react well to seeing you right

of something I couldn't quite decipher. Then, just as

of calm.

more helpful here. You need to

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 thought of what Alex might do to Ivan, fueled by anger and betrayal, sent chills down

coming with you. You're not going to see

tension, a silent battle of wills. Finally, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he relented.

tidal wave of emotion that threatened to pull me under. I knew it wouldn't 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,

pressed down on us, suffocating

it just felt so distant. Ivan pulled up to the security checkpoint, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Two burly guards emerged from the booth, their faces unreadable in the dim glow of the

scarier one of them spoke, "Mr Thorne is

and there was a flicker of surprise in his gaze before he masked it turning

narrowed, "We are not leaving until we

second guard spoke this

matter of life and death. We need

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

and primal But before I could retort, Ivan