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."

shard of truth piercing my carefully constructed reality. "It starts with

be him. But it was. I'd been so blinded by my own feelings, that I'd failed

corrected, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I am their

before everything went to

my eyes, spilling down my cheeks, that was

with you for these past months?

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a shadowy corner and

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

might shatter. All I could manage was a strangled whimper, the weight of his

your head. Considering you've proven yourself remarkably lacking in the brains department, I think

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

he continued, "it was all gone. Everything he held dear, ripped away in a

left was a terrified little sister and a heart

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

voice regaining its chilling composure, "grew up consumed by hate. It festered within him, a poisonous venom that twisted

pain he felt inside. This cycle of violence continued until he turned eighteen. That's when it happened. His wolf, the embodiment of

through and the

wolf was overwhelming. He lost control, his rage consuming him and he

feel remorse, not a single shred. Instead, a dark thrill coursed through him. He liked the feeling. He craved

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