Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 139

-Alex's POV-

A knot of dread twisted in my gut the moment we pulled up to the location. Even from a distance, something felt off, a wrongness that sent something I didn't like crawling down my spine. I knew the entire situation was a gamble, a dance with the devil, but this... this felt different.

My wolves were already ready, waiting outside for my order. The plan was simple - Amaya would enter first, confirm the twins' safety, and then I would follow, providing unseen backup. But the moment she disappeared through the doorway, a sickening premonition washed over me.

I lingered in the shadows, my senses on high alert. Silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the pounding of my own heart. Just as I was about to move, a sound sliced through the air - the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked.

My blood ran cold. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready to spring into action. Slowly, cautiously, I turned, my gaze landing on the figure standing behind me.

Miranda.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she met my eyes. "Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, "if it isn't my oh-so- alive fiancé. Thought you were a goner."

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I let out a frustrated groan, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. The last thing I needed right now was a confrontation with Miranda. "Miranda," I gritted my teeth, "put the gun down. This isn't the time."

She threw her head back and bellowed with laughter, a chilling sound that echoed in the empty space. "The nerve," she spat, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Making demands when you're the one cornered like a rat. Pathetic."

I took a tentative step towards her, but she instantly reacted, her finger tightening on the trigger. "Don't even think about it, Alex," she warned, her voice low and menacing. "I don't know how you cheated death this time, but trust me, I won't miss my second shot."

"Miranda," I growled, my voice a low rumble. Trying to reason with her felt pointless, but I had no choice.

so powerful. But I

the satisfaction of a reaction. I had to get to Amaya, to the twins. Every

"I used to be envious of her. Amaya. It felt like you only ever had eyes for her, that no matter what, the two of you were destined to be together. I always wanted what she

expression blank. Frankly, I didn't care about her childhood sob story. From the look in her eyes, it was clear she was on the verge of a breakdown, and the

of a father stole my childhood! Tore my family apart right in front of my eyes! You know what that does to a person, Alex? It fucks you

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started this vendetta... it felt right. The thought of seeing you all suffer, of getting some kind of twisted revenge. Maybe things

dysfunctional childhood. I was a child myself back then. I had no control over what my father did. Bringing Amaya, the children, and me into this... it's pointless. My father's

something akin to pain crossed her features, a fleeting glimpse of the vulnerable girl she once might have been. But it was quickly replaced

"One more word and I swear..." Her voice trailed off, but the threat hung heavy

figuratively. But how? My gaze darted around the room, searching for anything that could give me an advantage. There

know this isn't the answer. You won't find peace by hurting me, or Amaya, or the children. Let go of the

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bitterness. "You have everything. A family, a future.

chord within me. Despite everything she'd done, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, a flicker of despair that resonated with a part of

a life that doesn't revolve around revenge." Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the ragged rhythm of our breaths. Miranda stared at me, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. Was she considering my words? Hope flickered within

then, the sound of her laughter shattered the fragile silence. It wasn't a light chuckle, not a

I'd be a fantastic actress! Look at your face, completely fooled! You actually thought for a second I was having

to reason with her. My muscles tensed, preparing to turn and walk away, to put as much distance between us as possible. But before I

snarled, "I swear, I'll shoot you right here, right now. And you know I'm not

hers, schooling my features into a mask of boredom. It was a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, to project an air of indifference I didn't quite feel. "You shot Amaya, not me. If you were going to take a shot at me, you'd have done it already. Now, like I said before, I really don't

the air, a challenge laced with a bravado I hoped she wouldn't see through. But

"I hope you got to say your goodbyes, because this is