Chapter 117

-Alex's POV-

My gaze drifted to the window, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across Ivan's office. A bitter truth settled in my gut - I always craved what was out of reach. Maybe the moon goddess had always been attuned to my feelings. That was why she paired me with Amaya in the first place, knowing the history between our families. We were mates, once. But I had been stupid, and afraid. I should have talked to her, dug deeper for the truth instead of pushing her away on a flimsy excuse. Now, she was gone. Gone, along with the mark that bound us. It was like a twisted echo of my past-wanting what I couldn't have. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. In my case, it was a gnawing hunger, a relentless yearning that ate at me every damn second. The war with Daniel was far from over, his bloodthirsty werewolves still a threat. But for now, it was on hold. All I could focus on was the woman my wolf craved, the woman who, unknowingly, had filled the void in my life for months.

The supposed wedding with Miranda loomed on the horizon, a meaningless obligation that held zero weight. Amaya was the only one who stirred something deep within me, the only one who made me feel truly alive. Everything else the war, the company, even the stupid wedding - could wait. Sure, I'd be labeled a selfish bastard. But at this point, their judgment meant squat.

I wanted Amaya back, and nothing would stop me.

Even if she was married to Ivan, it wouldn't change a thing. Her marital status was a bump in the road, a hurdle I was determined to jump over.

"Does being a jerk give you some kind of sick pleasure, Alex?" Ivan's voice snapped me out of my inner thoughts.

I hadn't realized I was still smiling, the amusement lingering on my face as I looked up at him. He was the leech I needed to detach her from, the reason for my unexpected presence here. Infiltrating their lives was step one, a calculated move to get my Silver back. My wolf whined in agreement, a perfect echo of my own desires.

Playing dumb, I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I'm here for the meeting, just like we agreed. Seems reasonable to want to see where my investment is going, wouldn't you say?"

"You and I both know this is about Amaya. Why can't you just leave her alone?" His voice was laced with barely contained fury. "She quit her job, seeking refuge from you in this very office. And now you waltz in here, planning to insert yourself back into her life? I'm her husband, Alex. You'll never have her back. So why don't you just cut your losses and walk away?"

A slow smile spread across my face. I shrugged, a nonchalant gesture meant to further irritate him. "Like I said, I'm here for the meeting. And you did agree to let me wait in here, right?"

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching tight. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

a little more respect to your major investor." I couldn't resist adding a jab. "And perhaps you should worry about yourself for a

my own problems," he muttered, his voice tight. "Maybe you should take your own advice. Where's Miranda, by the way?" Now it was my turn to be mildly irritated. Miranda? Honestly, I couldn't care less about her whereabouts. My mistakes were mine to own, a burden I was

chair. The anger hadn't completely subsided, a dull ember flickering in his gaze. He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text, presumably to Amaya. The frown that deepened on his face as he read the response only fueled my amusement. It was a small victory, a

entire world. I cleared my throat, the sound echoing awkwardly in the silence that had followed. "Everything

unintelligible, his fingers flying across the screen in

quiet. Minutes ticked by, each one dragging on for an eternity. My initial eagerness to be here had evaporated, replaced by a bone-deep boredom. Let's face it, spending quality time with Ivan wasn't exactly how

I sat there, stewing in my own frustration, my mind started to wander.

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Did he know the truth about my father's role in

he straightened up, snapping me back to

announced, his voice clipped and

whole one with a company I wasn't even invested in? Torture. The only reason I was here in the first place was Amaya. This was supposed

should just leave. Cut my losses and get out of here before things got any more awkward. But

passionate defiance, incredibly attractive. Maybe I'd gotten under her skin a little too well. A small, satisfied smirk played on my lips. At

coming or what?" Ivan

had the nerve to act like I was the one holding things up? I pushed myself out of the chair, a slow,

trailing behind Ivan, feeling like a shadow tagging along. As we entered the room, the other board members turned their heads in our direction, their greetings polite

delay," Ivan mumbled, taking his seat at the

putting myself through this torture, and

sound of Ivan's voice, punctuated by the occasional murmur of agreement from the other board members. My eyelids felt heavy, threatening to droop shut at any moment. Charts, graphs, and financial jargon swirled before my eyes,

I did. Amaya's face flashed in my mind. That was it. That was the fuel I needed to stay awake. This meeting, this entire charade, was for her. It

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