Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 129

-Maya's POV-

The name hung in the air, a single word echoing in the cavernous room. My mind struggled to grasp the situation, the utter absurdity of it all. This couldn't be happening. Surely, Ivan was here to rescue me. He wouldn't be a part of this nightmare.

An eternity seemed to pass before I found my voice again. "Ivan" I croaked, the name barely a whisper on my lips.

He tilted his head, studying me for a moment, a furrow appearing in his brow as if he were deep in thought. Then, he took a step closer, his expression unreadable.

"I don't think you realize it, Amaya," he spat, his voice flat and emotionless. "Just how...unlikeable you truly are."

My mouth gaped open and closed like a landed fish. Words wouldn't come. He continued, his gaze distant, as if he was looking through me, past me. It was like he couldn't see me, like I was invisible, a mere inconvenience in his grand design.

The man I'd spent months with, the one who stood by my side, whispered promises of love, marked me was he a stranger all along? As if reading my thoughts, he closed the distance between us. Panic surged through me, but I was frozen, unable to even flinch.

His hands brushed against my skin, sending a jolt through me. This time, the touch felt foreign, cold and calculating. His fingers lingered on the spot where the mark he had given me once resided. A cruel smile played on his lips.

"It's gone," he laughed mockingly. "Your wolf returned and cleared it off, she really is a bitch just like you. Speaking of which, you are probably wondering why you can grasp her. There is enough wolfsbane in your system to kill a small pup but don't worry, it won't do much damage-yet."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I forced myself to believe this wasn't real, a twisted hallucination brought on by the trauma. The man I'd trusted with my life, the one who held my heart, couldn't be turning against me like this. His gaze held nothing but contempt, a stark contrast to the love I'd seen reflected there for so long.

"Ivan," I managed, my voice trembling. "What is happening? Why are you doing this?"

He threw his head back and laughed, but it was a hollow sound devoid of humor. "Why am I doing this?" He scoffed. "You truly are stupid, Amaya. Naive, emotional, and yes, stupid. Always whining about everything, acting like the world is against you when you're the cause of all your problems."

"It starts with your whole world revolving around him,"

just before leaving for the airport, the one who hugged Ivy and whispered promises of a fresh start. This couldn't be him. But it was. I'd been so blinded by my own feelings, that I'd failed to see the truth and then the thought of Ivy snapped me out of the shock momentarily, "Where

a sly grin spreading across his

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. That's why he'd left just before everything went to

eyes, spilling down my cheeks, that was all I

how difficult it's been putting up with you for these past months? You're irritating, annoying, and worst of all, a

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Chapter 129

from me, pulling a chair from a shadowy corner and plopping down with a sigh. Across the room, Adrian watched with morbid fascination, like a child waiting for a particularly gruesome bedtime

present. "I think I'll humor you a little," he drawled, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Tell you why I am doing all of this," he finished, a mocking lilt in his voice. "Because you deserve to know, right?" He punctuated his words with a sarcastic laugh. "Just like

I could manage was a strangled whimper, the

fill in the blanks in your head. Considering you've proven yourself remarkably

snapped back to me, his voice taking on a chillingly casual tone. "There was a boy," he began, his voice a low murmur, "a young kid with everything going for him. A loving family,

he continued, "it was all gone. Everything

was left was a terrified little sister and a heart brimming with a hatred

shiver ran down my spine. The casual way he spoke of his tragedy sent a wave

composure, "grew up consumed by hate. It festered within him, a poisonous venom that twisted his thoughts and

out on everyone around him, lashing out with a cruelty that mirrored the pain he felt inside. This cycle

understanding pierced through and

He lost control, his rage consuming him and he took a life."

him in that moment" Ivan continued, "He didn't feel remorse, not a single shred. Instead, a dark thrill coursed through him. He liked the feeling. He

them to feel it too. Those who had inflicted pain upon him. He wanted them to taste the