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.

bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Shouldn't I?" Lretorted. "He's my husband, after

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

down.

"I'm sure everything

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, Alex. The time for talking is over. We could have talked about those photos four

leave me the hell alone." He took

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Chapter 86

do that," he said finally, his voice low, "when you come here

the one to

to blame me? A wave of hot fury washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the hurt and confusion. "You know what? I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Screw you, and screw this project. I'm done."

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

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 about any of this, Alex. You betrayed me. You didn't trust me enough and now you're using my job to hold me hostage? That's not

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

finished."

this endless cycle of accusations and

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

utter another word. "And when all this

knew that, but in that moment, it was the only

him physically take a step backwards. A flicker of hurt, a physical manifestation of pain, crossed his

expected him to call out, to plead, to try and salvage

doorknob, his voice cut through the oppressive silence. It was a

commanding tone