Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 144

-Alex's POV-

It had only taken meeting them, Ivy and Nate, to know that truly I had made the biggest mistake of my life when I kicked Amaya out. The guilt gnawed at me constantly, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life apologizing for it and there was still Ivan out there, a constant threat. It had taken that kiss, that spark of reconnection with Maya, to jolt me into action. And people were already on it, moving fast. It sure had its advantages being a billionaire alpha sometimes.

What confused me though, was why Ivan hadn't gone after my father. Damon Thorne was clearly the start of his madness, the reason for the whole war. But just in case, I still had men positioned around the facility, keeping a watchful eye in case Ivan decided to finally stop playing his twisted games. Right now, though, I had something more important to do.

I stepped out from the shadows, the fairy lights casting a warm glow on the clearing. Amaya's green eyes, sparkling with surprise, flew "Alex, what is all this?" she asked, her voice laced with bewilderment.

to mine.

I closed the distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. "Amaya," I began, my voice thick with emotion, "I

Her gaze flickered to the sign, then back to me. "There's no question mark," she pointed out, a hint of amusement dancing in her

"Exactly," I replied, a grin spreading across my face. "So you don't have the option to say

want you to marry me."

eyes.

no."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "There's no option to say no because there's no question asked, Alex."

her features. The light in her eyes seemed to dim slightly. "Alex, I already said yes,"

continued, her voice filled with concern, "Then there's the whole thing with your wolf, we don't even

I messed up," I confessed, my voice filled with regret. "And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You wouldn't be dealing with getting out of a marriage if I hadn't been such a coward. I am so sorry, Amaya, but I want to make things

breaking the spell. We both looked up at the contrail streaking across the night sky before her gaze dropped back down. Her eyes darted around the clearing, taking in every detail. It had taken me all day to pull this together, to make it perfect. I didn't want anyone's help, I wanted it to be just us, a private moment between Amaya and me. Finally, her eyes landed on the sign again, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You still didn't ask the question,

hope and nervousness, as a tear slid down her cheek.

flash of movement, she was on me, tackling me to the ground with a joyful laugh. She

the clearing. Everything in my life suddenly felt right, like all the pieces had finally fallen into place. "I still didn't ask,"

know," she whispered, a contented sigh escaping

stayed there for a moment, a cocoon of happiness woven from laughter, tears, and unspoken promises. She finally lifted her head, her glistening with a mixture of joy and lingering

eyes

around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. I deepened the kiss

that, the moment was shattered. My phone, which I had purposely silenced for this evening, chose that exact moment to erupt with its insistent ringtone. A groan escaped my lips. With everything happening, with the

on the screen. "We have a problem," his voice cut straight to the

feeling the

explained quickly. "But I just got a call. The situation just got a whole lot more complicated, more indepth and apparently, Adrian is the name behind

worry about it," I interrupted, my voice hardening. "I'll

Chapter 144

I took a deep breath and stood up, offering Amaya my hand. She took it immediately, her brow

my face. "Nothing I can't handle," I reassured her, even though a part of me wished I could just whisk her away from all the chaos and hide her in this perfect little clearing

in her eyes. It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced, but she didn't argue. Following me out of the clearing, the fairy lights cast long shadows as we walked

couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her face was a mask of worry, and a pang of guilt stabbed at my heart.

mess.

the seriousness that