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.

smile twisted her lips. "What is it, Alex? Scared? You always act so tough, so powerful. But I see

give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I had to get to Amaya, to the twins. Every passing second felt like an eternity, the silence broken only by the ragged rhythm of my breath and the incessant

know," She continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "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 had. But you know why I

sob story. From the look in her eyes, it was clear she was

in front of my eyes! You know what that does to a person, Alex? It fucks you up real good. I

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shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And then, when Ivan started this vendetta... it felt right. The thought of seeing you all suffer, of getting some kind of twisted revenge. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if you hadn't always been such an arrogant

my voice laced with frustration. "I didn't ask for a history lesson about your 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 dying, Miranda. He's a shell of his former self. He wouldn't last a minute in a fight. Why aren't you going after him? He's the

a fleeting glimpse of the vulnerable girl she once might have been.

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

literally and figuratively. But

my voice softer this time, "we both know this isn't the answer. You won't find peace by hurting

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voice laced with bitterness. "You have everything. A

of sadness in her eyes, a flicker of despair that resonated with a

to start over, Miranda," I said gently. "Let the gun go. Walk away from all of this. There's still time for you to build a life for yourself, 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 me, a fragile flame that could easily be

the fragile silence. It wasn't a light chuckle, not a friendly giggle.

face, completely

wouldn't waste another breath trying to reason with her. My muscles tensed, preparing to turn and walk away, to put as much

shoot you right here, right now. And you

to project an air of indifference I didn't quite feel. "You shot Amaya, not me. If you

hoped she wouldn't see through. But a slow, chilling smile spread

purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I hope you