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.

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

seeming to simmer just beneath the surface.

down.

door. "I'm sure

me at his touch,

rising to meet his. "Well, 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 all this drama,

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

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Chapter 86

come

the one 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

two more weeks. I can find another job,

he said, his 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

not holding you hostage," he countered, his voice tight. "You're free to leave.

finished."

stretched on, thick with unspoken words and a tangled web of emotions. Finally, 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 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

to Ms. Edward's office. I'll ask her to take me off the project. I can't deal with you anymore,

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

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

was laced with 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 I had rejected him on a deeper level than just

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

the oppressive silence. It was a quiet voice, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to

tone he