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 right through you, you know. Nothing

to Amaya, to the twins. Every passing second felt like an eternity, the silence broken only by the ragged rhythm of my

for her, that no matter

look in her eyes, it was clear she was on the verge of a breakdown, and the last thing I needed

my family apart right in front of

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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

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

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

hand. "One more word and I

calm. I knew escalating the situation wouldn't help anyone. I needed to find a way to disarm her, both literally and figuratively. But how? My gaze darted around the room, searching for anything that could give me an

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

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her voice laced with bitterness. "You have everything. A family, a future. What do I

done, there was a hint of sadness in

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

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

at your face, completely fooled!

and walk away, to put as much distance between us as

shoot

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

hung heavy in the air, a challenge laced with a bravado I hoped she wouldn't see through. But a slow, chilling smile spread across

she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I hope you got to say your goodbyes, because this is the end of your