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."

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

but I forced it down. She continued, her voice filled with concern, "Then 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

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

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

hole in my 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

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 her head in

sound echoing through the clearing. Everything in my life suddenly

she whispered, a contented sigh

head, her glistening with a mixture of joy and lingering worry. Without another word, she leaned in and

eyes

chased away any lingering doubts. My hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. I deepened the kiss as her hands drifted

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

a problem," his voice

feeling the weight

I just got a call. The situation just got a whole lot more complicated, more indepth and apparently, Adrian is the name behind it. I was

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

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call, I took a deep breath and stood up, offering Amaya my

her, even though a part of me wished I could just whisk her away from all the chaos and hide her in this perfect

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 of

but steal glances at her. 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

mess.

that