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."

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 time, and technically, by all laws, even though I'm trying to get out

"Then there's the whole thing with your wolf, we don't even know what happened to him. And

know 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

overhead, momentarily 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,

breath, I sank down on one knee, pulling out the ring that had been burning a hole in my pocket. I watched, my heart overflowing with a mix of hope and nervousness, as a

didn't get to finish the sentence. In a flash of movement, she was on me, tackling me to the ground with a joyful laugh. She buried

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

know," she whispered, a contented sigh escaping her

and unspoken promises. She finally lifted her head, her glistening with a mixture of joy and lingering worry. Without another word, she

eyes

wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. I deepened

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

have a problem," his

feeling the weight of

I just got a call. The situation just got a whole lot

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

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deep breath and stood up, offering Amaya my hand. She took it immediately, her brow furrowed with concern.

forced a small smile onto my face. "Nothing I can't handle," I reassured her, even though a part of me wished I could just whisk her

wasn't entirely convinced, but she didn't argue. Following me out of the clearing, the fairy lights cast long shadows as we walked back towards my car. The romantic interlude felt like a distant memory now, replaced by the harsh reality

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

mess.

that crept into my