Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 123

-Alex'sPOV-

Regret gnawed at me, a bitter aftertaste lingering in my mouth as Adrian's words echoed in my head. I should have paid more attention, should have heeded the not so veiled threat hanging heavy in his final words. Instead, I'd brushed it off, convinced that whatever he had planned, I could handle it.

Money, influence, power I had it all in excess. Surely, I could weather whatever storm he intended to unleash. But for the first time, the weight of my arrogance pressed down on me, a suffocating realization of my own flaw.

The first blow came swift and unexpected. News of werewolves existence was leaked to the world. The truth became public spectacle, splashed across headlines and dissected on every news channel. Panic rippled through the human population, fear morphing into a primal hatred. Bounties were placed on the heads of any werewolf, turning former neighbors into hunters, friends into potential betrayers. We, the creatures of myth and legend, were suddenly the monsters in their stories.

The world descended into chaos. Werewolves, forced out of the shadows, scrambled to protect themselves. Violence erupted, escalating what was once a silent war into an all-out conflict. My focus narrowed, my priorities shifting. The pack, my responsibility, became my sole concern. Keeping them safe, ensuring their survival was now my paramount objective. And her, Amaya, she remained a constant worry in the back of my mind.

For a week, I managed a risky dance. The initial frenzy hadn't reached my city yet, offering a temporary reprieve. From the safety of my heavily guarded mansion, I worked tirelessly at damage control. Businesses were threatened, investments sabotaged. But I had resources, a network of loyal followers who helped me navigate the chaos. I was a general in a silent war, fighting an unseen enemy.

Then, the walls crumbled. The attack was swift, brutal, and undeniably targeted right at me. Somehow with undeniable evidence, my name made headlines revealing to the public that I was one of them. My companies, the restaurants I owned, everything I'd built over the years, began to go up in flames.

The message was clear: I was no longer untouchable.

Fear wasn't a part of the equation. It was a luxury I couldn't afford. Anger, a simmering inferno, fueled my every move. But beneath it all, a cold, calculating logic took hold. This wasn't random, not a spontaneous outburst of violence. This was a calculated attack, methodical and precise. And deep down, in the pit of my gut, I knew who was behind it.

Adrian.

Frustration gnawed at me. Holed up in this cramped safe house, miles away from everything, I was strategizing. This whole situation was a tangled mess, an irritating knot that needed untying. And what made it even more infuriating was Christian's refusal to pick up his damn phone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his voice crackled through the receiver. He let out a long, annoyed sigh before drawling, "Look, Alex, you know you and I aren't a thing. Stop blowing up my phone." I glared at the phone, willing him to feel the intensity of my stare. "This isn't the time for jokes, Christian. Why haven't you been taking my calls?"

"Because, like I already said, you and I aren't exactly in a relationship," he replied dryly.

sound a low rumble

It's not the end of the world... well, wait, maybe it kind of is if everything's

time, his voice lacked its usual sarcastic lilt. "Things are bad, Alex. Really bad. Your headquarters in

I demanded, my voice an icy whisper. "She was at the company when another attack went down," he explained, "Her best friend's husband -

knotting even

least from what I can tell.

pay for all of this. I have people working on stopping the attacks on my

are rumors that you have blood money and your empires were built on the blood you used the monster in you to kill. I know whatever I say won't stop you from going after her, but for the love of all that's holy,

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enemy number one. The once familiar comfort of power was gone, replaced by a suffocating sense of

of worry tightening in my stomach threatened to choke me. I couldn't waste another

sprinted towards the car, ignoring the protests of the guard stationed outside. The engine roared to life as I slammed the

gaping holes in buildings, the acrid smell stinging my nostrils. Debris littered the streets, twisted metal skeletons of cars the remnants of recent attacks. Looters roamed freely, their

I entrusted with Amaya's safety, where were they? The thought of them failing me, of them letting her get hurt, sent

became a potential destination. My eyes scanned the sidewalks, searching for a flash of copper hair, a familiar face. Minutes bled into what

heart lurched in my chest, a surge of relief battling with the anger still simmering beneath the surface. She was walking, her

face, the way her shoulders slumped with defeat. I was probably the last person she

on Amaya was undeniable. Her head snapped up,

Right into Ivan's arms.

my body screamed to act, to tear them apart and reclaim what I felt

a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to turn away. Sliding back into the driver's seat, I slammed the car into gear and peeled away from the curb. I didn't know where I was going, didn't care

Glancing at the screen, I saw Christian's name flash across

in La La Land," Christian drawled, his usual sardonic tone tempered with