Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

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Chapter 110

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-Alex's POV-

My father's voice rasped, pulling me out of the black hole of anger I'd been sinking into. He started talking, his voice weak and shaky, but the words were clear. "The man I sent... the one who brought your mother..." he trailed off, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"He left her at the study door," he began, his voice regaining a semblance of its former strength. "She knocked, like she always did, even though everyone knew it was her I'd called for."

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His voice rasped on, each word a shard of ice scraping against my already raw nerves. As the words flowed out of his mouth, I wasn't just hearing them, I was seeing them. It was like a horrifying movie playing out behind my closed eyelids, a movie I desperately wished I could

shut off.

I pictured her then, my mother, standing outside that imposing metal door, her hand raised in a hesitant knock. She always did things properly, even when dealing with a man who rarely deserved such courtesy. The memory sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over me, a bittersweet mix of love and frustration that threatened to drown me.

His gruff voice sounded from behind the door, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and I could practically see her step cautiously inside, her back straight despite the tremor in her hands. The study, usually a bastion of cold formality, seemed to shrink under the weight of her presence. My father, a tyrant in his own right, sat behind his massive desk, a scowl permanently etched on his face. He didn't even bother to look up as she entered, his gaze fixed on some document as if her arrival was an unwelcome interruption.

"You sent for me," her voice, usually strong and confident, sounded small and fragile in the cavernous room. The air hung heavy, thick with the unspoken tension that had become a constant companion in our household.

After a beat that stretched into an eternity, he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment before flicking back down to the paper. "I'm sending Alex away."

The words hit her like a physical blow. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape as if to speak, but no sound emerged. It was as if someone had punched the air from her lungs. "What do you mean you are sending him away?" she finally managed, her voice a mere whisper. "You can't."

echoing through the room. Now, he did look

her voice surprisingly steady considering the tremor in her hands. "I am just trying

over her. The room felt like it was shrinking, the walls closing in as his anger filled the space. "You see, that is the problem," he spat, his voice laced with venom.

anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Alex is my legacy," he continued, his voice rising with each word. "He is to become a powerful wolf, a leader who will be

he is to

in her eyes, blurring her viston. She knew Damon Thorne had a way of twisting reality to fit his narrative, of making her

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Chapter 110

Damon," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please

the raw vulnerability in her voice. My father, however, remained unmoved. He steepled his fingers, his gaze fixed on some invisible

on my nerves even though it was just a pictured memory. It was as if he were discussing the weather, not the future of his own son. My mother, however, wasn't ready

long, exaggerated sigh that spoke volumes about his dwindling patience. "This isn't about the pack council. This

chin trembled, but her eyes held a steely glint. "Equipped? I'm his mother I've raised him for

playing on his lips. "You've raised him to be soft. To

out of her. "But he's just a child, Damon. He needs his

to know." He waved his hand dismissively, a gesture that spoke more than any words. "This conversation is over. The arrangements are being made. Alex

for argument. It was a cold, final dismissal that sent a wave of fury crashing over me. Here I was, an adult man, yet his words still had the power to wound me, to make me feel like a helpless

about me, Damon? Don't I get a say in

frankly, your concerns are...irrelevant. Now, if you'll excuse me, I

the room, punctuating the thick silence that had descended.

her voice raspy but firm. "I want a divorce, Damon. I don't want to be

you anymore."

slits releasing the door knob.

defiance igniting in her own eyes. "You heard me," she repeated, her voice unwavering.

volcanic explosion. In a heartbeat, he was

want to leave? Take him away from me?" he

choked out, clawing at his hands with