Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

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hapter 86

-Maya's POV-

The trance he'd somehow woven around me shattered and anger surged through pushing aside whatever bewilderment had kept me rooted to the spot. I took a sharp step back, my glare burning into his impassive face.

"You knew? You knew your father killed my brother before I was even born, before I even had a chance to meet him?"

He blinked twice, a flicker of something crossing his features that was gone too quickly for me to decipher. "I didn't. My father just told me. I would have told you." He studied me for a moment, his gaze so intense it felt like he was trying to see right through me. "If you knew what my father did to your family, why did you ever agree to mate with me? You should have hated me too."

"I just found out that I had a brother," I forced out, my voice trembling slightly. "Even if I had known... I loved you, I would have chosen you

still."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could utter another word. "I don't want to hear it, Alex. Whatever you have to say, I don't. I am done with this conversation. The only thing I have to say is this - you need to stop whatever it is you're planning against my father. People will die."

"People already died," he shot back, his voice tight with its own brand of anger. "My wolves died."

eath, the exhaustion of it all settling in my bones. "Aren't you tired of this? This endless cycle of drama, violence? Can't we

I let out a shaky breath, just... stop?"

He didn't respond, leaving me staring at him in a tense silence. A wave of frustration washed over me. "You know what?" I finally said, shaking my head. "Do whatever you want, go crazy, you and my father can kill yourselves for all i care. Just leave Ivan out of it."

My words hung heavy in the air, the unspoken threat clear. But instead of the contrition I craved, his eyes flared with unexpected anger. "Ivan? That's all you care about now?" he snapped.

my lips. "Shouldn't I?" Lretorted. "He's my husband,

to simmer just beneath the surface. He clenched his jaw shut, then

down.

leaving." I announced, turning towards the door. "I'm sure everything is fine with your office

reached for the doorknob, his hand clamped down on my wrist. A jolt of electricity ran through me at his touch, a confusing mix of anger and something else I couldn't name. "I'm not done talking to you,"

I am done talking to you, Alex. The time for talking is over. We could have talked about those photos four years ago. We could have avoided

in my heart. "Just leave me the hell alone." He took a step towards me, his jaw clenched but his eyes holding a flicker of...

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Chapter 86

low, "when you come here every day. You're the one who's in my existence, Amaya. Maybe

be the one to

actions had caused so much pain, and yet he had the audacity to blame me? A wave of hot fury washed over

reckless defiance. "Like hell I'm staying here for two more weeks. I can find another job, another design firm that doesn't have the emotional baggage of

voice clipped. "This doesn't have to be a warzone. We can be professional about this." "Professional?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. "There's nothing professional

"You're free to leave. But if you do, you'll be walking away from a job you

finished."

with a defeated sigh that seemed to escape from the very depths of my soul, I stared right at him. This back and forth, this endless cycle of accusations and

office. I'll ask her to take me off the project. I can't deal with you anymore, Alex. I am so done

him off before he could utter another word. "And when all this is over," I continued, my voice dropping to a low growl, "you

thing to say, I knew that, but in that moment, it was the only way I could protect the

such icy finality that I watched him physically take a step backwards. A flicker of hurt, a physical manifestation of pain, crossed his face for a brief moment, as if

plead, to try and salvage what was left between us. But the silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, a heavy weight that seemed to

reached for the doorknob, his voice cut through the oppressive silence. It

commanding tone