Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 78 -Maya's POV-

Adrenaline surged through my veins, overriding any rational thought. Before I could even register what I was doing, I was stepping in front of Ivan, placing myself directly between him and the snarling black mass that was Alex's wolf.

It felt instinctive, a primal urge to shield Ivan from whatever danger Alex posed. But my actions only seemed to make things worse. The wolf's growl intensified, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. It was a sound that spoke of pure, unbridled rage, and it was

directed solely at me.

Panic clawed at my throat.

Would he attack me?

Ivan reacted quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me back behind him. He raised his own hand in a placating gesture, his voice calm yet firm. "Alex, we're not here to fight. We just want to talk."

The wolf didn't respond, only continued its menacing growl. It circled us slowly, its eyes glowing a fiery red in the darkness. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

Just then, Miranda let out a huff of exasperation. "Oh for crying out loud," she drawled, her voice dripping with annoyance, "just shift back already. Your wolf is terrifying everyone."

A beat of silence followed. Then, with a sound like thunder, bones cracked and shifted within the massive form. A moment later, Alex stood before us in all his glory, his face etched with fury.

Heat flooded my cheeks as I averted my gaze. The sight of him, so raw and exposed, was flustering. But a flicker of movement caught my eye. I stole a glance at Ivan, only to find his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed in what looked like... jealousy and anger?

The awkward silence stretched on, broken only by the guards' coughs and nervous shuffling as they handed him clothes.

Finally Miranda spoke up again, "Well, it's a bit chilly out here, wouldn't you say? Shouldn't we all head inside?"

Her attempt at lightening the mood fell flat. Everyone, it seemed, was focused on Alex's simmering rage. After what felt like an eternity, Alex spoke. His voice was a low growl, colder than the winter wind itself, "What do you want?"

Ivan let out a heavy sigh. "There doesn't

n't have to b

to be a war. We can resolve this."

it took my breath away. "There doesn't have to be a war?" he roared. He took a menacing step forward, towering over Ivan. "I lost wolves, Ivan! Pack members lost their families! And you think there doesn't

I'm done with Daniel Stone," Alex continued, his voice cold and devoid of

hatred radiating from Alex was palpable. "There won't just be a war," Alex snarled, his words laced with a horrifying certainty. "There will be a fucking massacre when I'm

didn't seem to care about the consequences, about the potential loss of innocent lives - human for

or werewolf. He was

was surprisingly steady considering the threat hanging in the air, "look,

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the answer. Think about the consequences. Think about the lives that will be lost, both human and

think they didn't have families? They're gone, ripped away. And you expect me to sit idly by while he walks free? He will answer in

brewing. More wolves are dying.

he let out a humorless laugh. "No. I have given him a free pass for way too long. This ends now. One way or another,

I finally spoke up, my voice barely a whisper. "If this war

everything. It will be

before darting away. His eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or recognition. It was as if I were a stranger, a face in the crowd. The rejection stung, a sharp pain that went far deeper than the potential exposure of our

the world burn. Maybe

brick wall. Alex was consumed by his rage, his desire for vengeance. Logic, reason, the potential consequences - none of it seemed to matter to

desperation. "Think about your pack. Think

voice raw with emotion. "I have lost wolves and many lost

followed. Miranda, who had been unusually quiet throughout the

weariness that belied her usual cunning demeanor, "can we all just take a step back for a second? Maybe a good

merged with a bastard in the first place, Ivan. Maybe then, your pack wouldn't

rin

in Alex's voice wasn't just directed at my father; it was directed at Ivan, at me, at our entire pack. It was a clear message: we were the enemy now,

a moment, it felt like we were on the precipice of another confrontation. But then, with a defeated sigh, Ivan raised his hands in

come here to fight. We came here to talk, to try

beat longer, the weight of the situation

in the past few months didn't matter. He had reverted back to his

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