Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 118

-Maya's POV-

The slam of the front door echoed through the empty house, a punctuation mark to the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. The nerve of them

both

gut.

Alex waltzing in like he owned the place, and Ivan letting him. I fumed all the way down the sidewalk, my anger a hot coal burning in my

Reaching the house, I practically threw myself through the doorway, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh that could have rivaled a hurricane. My phone, nestled on the coffee table, buzzed once, the tiny notification light blinking accusingly. Figures. Just what I needed - Ivan checking in to see if I was okay. Another sigh escaped my lips, this one tinged with irritation.

They could all go to hell. This was going to be a me-day. A day of escape. Ivy and Nate were safely with Ms. Rodriguez's for the afternoon at the park, leaving me with a glorious expanse of empty time. No work, no mind-numbing worry about the vanished mark, and definitely no Alex to disrupt my carefully constructed peace.

Today, I was taking back control. Today, I was going to be a woman with needs and desires that extended far beyond the tangled mess that was my relationship with werewolves and supernatural drama. It was a day for self-care, a day to recharge the emotional batteries that had been steadily draining ever since this whole madness started.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I pushed myself off the couch and padded towards the kitchen. Wine. That was what I needed. A nice, deep glass of something red and robust, something that would help me unwind and forget the world outside these walls for a while.

I rummaged through the cabinets, finally pulling out a bottle that looked promising. After a brief struggle with the stubborn cork, I poured myself a generous glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the light. Sinking back onto the couch, I curled up with the wine and a photo album tucked away on the coffee table.

Flipping through the worn pages, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I kept flipping through the worn pages, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips as then as my fingers grazed a particular picture from my college days, a wave of emotions washed over me, strong enough to halt my nostalgic journey. It was a photo of Natalia and me, but it wasn't the image itself that stopped me. It was the rush of memories it triggered. Memories I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried.

vividness of a recent event. The insistent drumming of the professor's voice

against the storm of emotions brewing

stop them. "We are not going anywhere near him. My father

if he

replaced by a flash of fierce protectiveness. "For the last time," she hissed, "screw Daniel Stone. He's nothing

of the name pressing down

fate. There will be obstacles, but it will work out in the end. It will only work out, though, if you put in some effort to

electricity that coursed through me the moment Alex touched me in the bathroom stall. My wolf had been a whirlwind of emotions, a primal urge pushing me towards him. But even then, a part of me knew it was a path leading straight to

I just had to be fated to the billionaire alpha who was my father's biggest enemy. It was a story written for tragedy, doomed before its first chapter. The weight of the situation pressed

finally pierced the fog in my head, its shrill ring snapping me back to reality. Class was over. Natalia nudged me, her expression a mix

you coming?" she asked

shook my head, the words catching in

classroom. The hollow echo of the closing door was the final punctuation mark on the scene, leaving me alone with the chaos brewing

let fear dictate my life! Was I going to let this fated

The memory of Alex's touch, the way my wolf responded to him, was a co. my father's fury, the potential for bloodshed, was a looming threat.

be a way for us to be with him, even if it meant defying everything I thought I knew. But how? In the deafening silence of the classroom, the answer

to see Natalia standing next to me again, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Her phone was pointed directly at me. "What was that for?" I yelled, a mixture of

frozen in time, was my face a picture of misery with tear tracks staining my cheeks. Next to it, on the other half of the split- screen photo, was Natalia - her face plastered with

look sitting down and sulking about mate that you can't have, she declared, her voice laced with playful amusement. "When you should be out there trying to fight to put your father in his place, right

Natalia, once she set her mind to something, was an unstoppable force. With a sigh, I pushed myself up from the chair, the familiar ache in my back a

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