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."

sigh, a mixture of relief and frustration. She stepped back from me then, a shadow of worry crossing her features. The light in her eyes seemed to dim slightly. "Alex, I already said yes," she reminded me gently. "It didn't end well the first

there's the whole thing with your wolf, we don't even know what happened to him. And the war is still going on, and Ivan is still out there. There are just so many things, Alex, that make this

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 right because I love you. I didn't know I could ever know what it felt like but you

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

pocket. I watched, my heart overflowing with a mix of hope and nervousness, as a tear slid down her cheek. "Amaya," I began, my voice thick with emotion, "I am so sorry for everything I did. I

a joyful laugh. She

wave of relief washed over me. I laughed, the sound echoing through the clearing. Everything in my life suddenly felt right, like all the pieces had finally fallen into place. "I still didn't ask," I teased,

she whispered, a

woven from laughter, tears, and unspoken promises. She finally lifted her head, her

eyes

away any lingering doubts. My hands instinctively wrapped around her waist,

like 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 war and the uncertainty surrounding her legal situation, I knew I couldn't afford to miss any calls. Thankfully, she understood. She pushed herself off me reluctantly, her eyes

seeing Christian's name flash on the screen. "We have a problem," his voice

asked, already feeling the weight

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

about it," I interrupted, my voice hardening. "I'll handle this one. Thanks for

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breath and stood up, offering Amaya my hand. She took it immediately, her

handle," I reassured her, even though a part of me wished I could just whisk her away from all the chaos and hide

a flicker of doubt dancing in her eyes. It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced, but she didn't argue. Following me out of the clearing, the fairy

Her face was a mask of worry, and a pang of guilt stabbed at my heart. I had just proposed, declared my love and desire to spend the rest of my life with her, and now I was dragging her back into

mess.

the seriousness that crept into my voice.