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

beneath the surface. He clenched

down.

turning towards the door. "I'm sure everything is

hand clamped down on my wrist. A jolt of electricity ran through me at his touch, a confusing mix of

about

anything to say to you now." continued, my voice firm despite the tremor in my heart. "Just leave me the hell

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Chapter 86

come here every day. You're the one who's in

the

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

here for two more weeks. I can find another job, another design firm that doesn't have the emotional baggage

to be a warzone. We can be professional about this." "Professional?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief.

his voice tight. "You're free to leave. But if

finished."

of accusations and hurt... I was done. I was tired. Physically, my body ached with exhaustion. Mentally, I felt drained. And emotionally? My heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds, the love I had for him replaced by a gaping hole

her to take me off the project. I can't deal with you anymore, Alex. I

him off before he could utter another word. "And when all this is over," I continued, my

a cruel thing to say, I knew that, but in that moment, it was

I watched him physically take a step backwards. A flicker of hurt, a physical manifestation

me this time. As I walked towards the door, a part of me expected him to call out, to plead, to try and salvage what was left between us. But the silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, a heavy weight that seemed to press down on my chest with each

the doorknob, his voice cut through the oppressive

commanding tone