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 at her, his gaze cold and devoid of any warmth. "I can't?" he echoed, his voice

her spine, forcing a semblance of composure. "I am not trying to tell you what you can or cannot do," she said, her voice surprisingly steady considering the tremor in her hands. "I am just trying to understand. He is my son, and I don't want

from his chair, his imposing figure casting a dark shadow 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. "You are the problem. You

caged animal, his 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 feared by all. You, with your gentle ways and soft heart, are a hinderance to

is

had a way of twisting reality to fit his narrative, of making her

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Chapter 110

but a mother's love wouldn't be silenced. "Please, Damon," she pleaded, her voice

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

were discussing the weather, not the future of his own son. My mother, however, wasn't ready to give up. Tears streamed down her face, carving glistening tracks through the caked-on makeup he always forced her to wear. "Decided by whom, Damon? By you? By some pack council I wasn't

sigh that spoke volumes about his dwindling patience. "This isn't about the pack council. This is about Alex's future. He needs to be trained properly, and

held a steely glint. "Equipped? I'm his mother I've raised him for ten years. Who are you to say

in his chair, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "You've raised him to be soft. To be naive. He needs

draining out of her.

learn everything he needs to know." He waved his hand dismissively, a gesture that spoke more than any words. "This conversation is

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 child once again. But my mother wasn't done

about me, Damon? Don't I get

frankly, your concerns are...irrelevant. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of

the room, punctuating the thick silence that had descended.

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

you anymore."

effect was instantaneous. My father's head whipped back around, his eyes narrowing into slits releasing the door knob. "What did you just say?" he

his gaze defiantly, a spark of defiance igniting in her own eyes. "You heard me," she repeated, her voice unwavering. "I want to leave, and

that had been simmering beneath the surface of his anger erupted in a volcanic explosion. In a heartbeat, he

away from me?"

breathe," she choked out, clawing at his hands with desperate