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."

room. Now, he did look at her, his gaze cold and devoid of any warmth. "I can't?" he echoed, his voice a low

mother straightened 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 him to go away. I

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

the surface. "Alex is my legacy," he continued, his voice rising with each word. "He is to become a

he is to

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

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Chapter 110

She knew she was fighting a losing battle, but a mother's love wouldn't be silenced. "Please, Damon," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please don't take him away from me. He is just a child.

steepled his fingers, his gaze fixed on some invisible point on the wall behind her. "It isn't up for debate. It's already been

was as if he 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

volumes about his dwindling patience. "This isn't about the pack council. This is about Alex's

mother

on his lips. "You've raised him to

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

guide him. He'll learn everything he needs to know." He waved his hand dismissively, a

tone left no room for argument. It was a cold, final dismissal that sent a wave of fury crashing over me. Here I was, an adult man, yet

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

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a

opening echoed through the room, punctuating the thick silence that had descended. My mother remained rooted to the spot, her body trembling,

as if jolted awake from a nightmare, she straightened, her voice raspy but firm. "I want a

you anymore."

slits releasing the door knob. "What

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

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

leave? Take him away from

stop... I... can't breathe," she choked out, clawing at his hands with desperate