Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 109

-Alex's POV-

x's Pov

The antiseptic tang assaulted my nostrils as I pushed past the clipboard-clutching nurse at the entrance. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the entire scene, but it did nothing to dispel the cold dread that coiled in my gut. I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, or forced smiles, or whatever small talk the nurses usually engaged in.

Just get me to him, that was all I wanted.

I practically stomped down the hallway, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the pale walls. Finally, I reached the designated room, the numbers above the door blurring slightly as I shoved it open with unnecessary force. The scent intensified, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood that always seemed to cling to these places.

There he was.

Damon Thome.

A tangle of tubes snaked around him, feeding into machines that beeped and whirred with an unsettling rhythm. His chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. He looked worse, much worse, than he had during my last visit,

Part of me, a twisted, vengeful part, felt a flicker of satisfaction. He deserved this, this pathetic shadow of a man, for everything he'd taken away. But that feeling was quickly overshadowed by a wave of something far more potent- a crushing sense of loss,

I stood there for a long moment, rooted to the spot, a silent observer in this sterile tableau. The beeping of the machines, the rasp of his breath, the rhythmic click of my own fingernails against the cool metal railing around his bed - those were the only sounds that filled the oppressive silence.

His eyelids fluttered open then, revealing pale, watery orbs that scanned the room before landing on me. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, followed by a grimace that contorted his features in pain. "Alex," he rasped, his voice a dry whisper barely audible above the whirring machines.

I stared back at him, a million questions churning in my gut. Questions I'd carried with me for years, a bitter weight that had shaped me into the person I was today. Words stuck in my throat, a tangled knot of anger, resentment, and a deep, hollow ache.

After what felt like an eternity, I managed to force the first question out. "Why?"

It was a single word, but it held the weight of a thousand unspoken accusations.

Why the constant anger?

Why the relentless pressure?

absence

a shaky sigh, his chest hitching with the effort. His gaze drifted away from me, lost

momentarily, but it was gone

thick and suffocating. The rhythmic beeping of the machines seemed to mock the lack of response. My

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were always so full of orders, so quick to criticize. Where are your

gnawed at me. All those years of pent-up anger, the hurt, the isolation, the constant fear - it all came flooding

you?" I continued, my voice a low growl. "Remember how you'd scowl, how your eyes would turn cold? Well, guess what? I don't

the bed, looming over him like a dark shadow. The beeping of the machines seemed to fade into the

my voice a low, dangerous

thought you could control. You turned our home into a prison, filled with nothing but tension and fear."

unconditionally, who saw the good in me even when I couldn't see it myself. You took her away from me, and you never

why!"

last word, and for a moment, a sob threatened to tear from my throat. But I choked it back, forcing myself to remain composed. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak. He remained silent, his labored breaths the only sound in the room. The machines beeped their monotonous

to say now, do you?" I spat,

with a cold detachment, a part of me hoping he wouldn't be able to utter another word and after a seemingly endless struggle, he managed to regain his composure. "Alex," he rasped, his voice even weaker

don't understand."

plenty. I understand that you were a cruel, selfish man who cared about nothing

of sweat trickled down his temple, leaving a glistening track on his

waiting for. The justification, the explanation that would somehow erase the years

me why

his face etched with a grimace of pain, both physical and emotional, I was sure.

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