Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 92

-Maya's POV-

We stared at each other, the air thick with a silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were now focused entirely on the mark that marred my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if searching for the right words.

"Amaya," he finally managed, "..." The sentence trailed off unfinished, hanging heavy in

the air.

My own hand instinctively reached up to touch the mark, my fingers traced the mark. The memory of Alex's mark, once vibrant in the same spot, flickered in my mind. It had faded over the years, mirroring the weakening of the bond after his rejection. Now, Ivan's mark sat boldly on top, a new claim etched onto my skin.

"You marked me," I whispered, the words catching slightly in my throat.

The silence returned, heavy and oppressive. He ran a hand through his hair, "I didn't..." he started, but I cut him off.

A grin, genuine and unexpected, split my face open. "You marked me," I repeated, this time with a hint of amusement dancing in my voice.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "You're not... angry?" he stammered, clearly surprised by my reaction.

I shook my head slowly, letting my hand linger on the mark once more. "No," I smiled, a blush creeping up my cheeks that I couldn't quite control. "Actually," I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I've wanted you to do this for a while now. I wanted you to claim me."

He held my gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher the truth behind my words. Then, a smile, slow and hesitant at first, spread across his face.

In a swift movement, he pulled me towards him, his arms wrapping tightly around my body. I melted into his embrace, the warmth of his touch a welcome comfort. He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged and uneven.

"Thank you," he murmured into my ear, his voice thick with emotion. Those were the last coherent words I heard before sleep claimed me, pulling me into a world of dreams where worries and anxieties melted away.

When I finally opened my eyes, the room was bathed in the soft glow of dusk. The warmth of his body was no longer next to me, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. Pushing the feeling aside as quickly as it came, I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to the

bathroom.

stock of myself. My reflection showed me messy hair, tangled from sleep, and bright eyes that sparkled with a newfound happiness. But the first thing I noticed was the mark on my shoulder. The raw edges were starting to soften,

eerily quiet. It wasn't a surprise - I knew she wouldn't agree with Ivan marking me. She was

the future. Ivan, with his kindness and strength, was becoming more than just

about ways to remove the mark already?" His voice startled me, cutting through the silence of the bathroom. There was

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Chapter 92

playful banter died on my lips. He stood there, casually leaning against the doorway, his

eyes searching mine. Then, with a tendemess that took my

"You Wer

I woke up." I whispered, the question tumbling

apology crossing his face. "I'm sorry. Something came up that needed my

help but ask, a sliver of worry creeping into my

"Everything's under control. For now, at least." He didn't elaborate, and I knew better than to

changed the subject. "What is going to

answer right

to the mark on my shoulder, a silent conversation taking place between him and the symbol

to me, to the pack, to this war even if you have somehow been the center of it, now more than ever, you

I don't want to be anywhere else." The words tumbled out, honest and raw, a confession of

of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn't the usual charming grin he wore, but a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached

in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking my cheekbones. "But I won't lie to you, Amaya. Things are going to get worse before they get better. The war with Alex, it's escalating.

out," I leaned into his touch.

tender, a promise whispered on the skin. I felt him harden

me around to face the mirror, I caught our reflection in it. He stood behind me, his hungry eyes stared back sending shivers down my skin. His hands found their way to my hips and I moaned as he pressed himself into me. I could feel his hardness

suddenly, spreading my legs and then running his tongue up my thigh from behind. His fingers brushed my fold and I let out a moan closing my eyes and my head falling backwards. "Open your eyes, watch yourself in the

haze.