Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 82

-Alex's POV-

I stood at the entrance of the facility waiting for them to prepare him to be seen. I knew once I stepped into that room and asked for his help. there would be no going back and as I sat there, replaying the day of the bombing in my head, I knew the decision had already been made.

-Three days earlier-

The news crackled over and over in my head, and I couldn't stop grinding my teeth in anger. Land claim. My land. The territory that had been in my pack's possession for generations, the one bordering his damn forest, was now apparently "up for grabs" according to the old bastard.

My fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into my palm. This wasn't some corporate takeover, some hostile bid I could counter with lawyers and financial maneuvering. This was a primal challenge, a land grab rooted in the oldest werewolf traditions. I'd tried the civilized route, the boardroom battles, but Daniel Stone understood only one language: force.

"Mr. Thorne?" The voice on the other end of the phone, my secretary Ruth's, cut through the haze of anger clouding my mind. "Are you still

there?"

"I am," I forced out, my voice tight. "Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day and tomorrow."

The silence on the other end stretched for a beat before Ruth spoke again, her voice laced with concern. "Mr. Thorne, are you sure? You have a very important presentation tomorrow with the Miller Group." "Cancel it." I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Everything. I need to handle something... urgent."

There was another pause, then a sigh. "Very well, sir, Will you be back in the office today?"

I glanced out the expansive window of my office. The city skyline shimmered under the soft glow of dusk, the construction that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. Renovation. It had been dragging on for weeks, a constant reminder of Amaya's presence. She had gone on to ignore me after the outburst at the pack and I hadn't stopped thinking about it. The more I did, the more I forced myself to believe that I had made no mistake because if the truth was that they were indeed fabricated then my whole world would be ruined.

"No. I won't be back today."

grabbed my coat. Stepping out of my office, I found myself drawn towards the renovation zone. The entrance was blocked by white sheets, a temporary wall that did little to hide the sounds of hammering and drilling from within. My wolf stirred again, a restless energy coursing through me. Maybe I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her, to feel some semblance of calmness amidst the chaos Daniel Stone was unleashing but she wasn't there. I

heavy in the air. No more delays. No more corporate niceties. It was time to embrace the part of me I'd

zone, I turned and headed towards the elevators. The battle was on, and this time, I was not going to suppress

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hedges, illuminating faces gathered around a crackling fire pit in the backyard. It wasn't their usual

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worried faces flickering in the

that imitated me more than anything else in the world. Being Alpha wasn't a

tonight was one of those

word asking everyone within the city to be present at the pack house. Some wolves still liked to embrace the old ways, living amongst themselves like a close knitted community while others like the wave of modern world. We were a large pack with over a thousand pack members so

hand. "Alright everyone," I began, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "Thanks

echoing from the side. I recognized the

news of a different kind. News that should concern us all." I paused, letting the silence stretch for a beat before

collective gasp

unacceptable. This land has been ours for generations. Stone's claim is

chorus of agreement. Good. The anger was raw, the need to defend what was rightfully theirs burning bright in their eyes. But before the simmering tension could boil over, Vargas

him. He was seeking a verbal war, one that I wouldn't give to him. I faced back the Packmembers, "I know I haven't been the most

who craved battle glory, pressure

of the

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declared, "But we will not be provoked into a reckless fight. We'll gather intel, options, and strike when the time is