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.

laugh escaped my lips. "Shouldn't I?"

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

down.

"I'm sure

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

hand free, my own anger 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, all this pain. But you didn't want

"Just leave me the hell alone." He took a step towards me, his jaw clenched but his eyes holding a flicker of... something. Regret?

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Chapter 86

he said finally, his voice low, "when you come here every day. You're the one

the one

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

fueling a 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 a gang war hanging

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

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

finished."

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?

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

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

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

flicker of hurt, a physical manifestation of pain, crossed his face for a brief moment, as if

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

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

commanding tone he