Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

~Maya's POV-

The decision was made. Nate was no way in hell getting involved. Alex was going, his resolve as solid as steel. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was the safest option. A strange sense of determination had settled over him, a quiet confidence that was both reassuring and unsettling.

I watched as he gave orders, his voice firm and commanding. It was almost like he'd transformed into a different person, a warrior ready for battle. A part of me was terrified, but another part was filled with an unwavering belief in him.

Alone in my room, I found solace by the window, my gaze lost in the endless expanse of the sky. A silent prayer to the Moon Goddess filled my thoughts, a desperate plea for guidance and protection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the door creaked open. I knew it was him without turning around.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned back into his warmth. "It's almost time," he murmured, his voice low and comforting.

"I know," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He turned me around, his eyes holding mine. "I wish it didn't have to come to this," he sighed, his voice filled with a raw honesty that pierced through me.

"Ivan started this," He continued, trying to sound strong. "And I'm going to end his reign over our lives. But for now, I still have a little time before I have to leave, and I want to spend every second of it with you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as he led me to the bed. There were so many unanswered questions burning in my mind, but for now, I wanted to focus on him.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a simple gesture that held a world of tenderness. It was a familiar touch, a comforting ritual from a time when things were simpler.

"Talk to me, Silver," he urged, his voice gentle.

I took a deep breath. "How is a witch your aunt, and how did you manage to get your wolf back?" The question had been burning in my mind.

He chuckled, a sound that was both amused and bittersweet. "Well, that wasn't what I expected you to ask," he said, his eyes twinkling. Then his expression turned serious. "My mother's father was a werewolf, and her mother was a witch. When they married, they had twin girls."

My mind raced, trying to process the information. "One ended up as a witch, and the other, your mother, as a werewolf. You never told me about her. You never talked about any of them," I said, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and sadness.

He gave me a small smile. "There isn't much to tell about my father that isn't already clear. But I promise, after this, I will tell you all about her. She has a story worth telling, and I was just so scared that I pushed the thought of her away for many years," he confessed, his voice filled with regret.

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. It took courage to confront one's past, especially when it was filled with pain.

"And Delores, my mother's sister," he continued, "she sent me into my subconscious where I had to find my wolf again and let go of the pain of my past."

It made sense. He seemed different, calmer, more centered. He had faced his fears and emerged stronger. I was truly happy for him. But then, a troubling thought occurred to me.

"Do you think there's a possibility that Ivy might be like her? Delores?" I asked, my voice filled with apprehension.

on my lips. "If she is, then we

he was right. There was no point in worrying about something that might not even be true. For now, I just wanted to be with

sigh and I pushed

I knew this wasn't

I whispered as I slid

filled with desire, lust, need. I could hardly breathe as I pulled him free from his pants. He looked down at me, his eyes hungry, then lowered his lips to mine. I moaned as his tongue explored my mouth. As he licked and nibbled, I felt his hands slide inside

escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed my nipple. I arched my back, pressing myself against him. He broke our kiss as he bent

head, his gaze searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. I nodded, unable to

my shirt, unfastening my bra. As I ran my hands down my torso,

cupped my breasts in my hands, letting my thumbs caress my nipples. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, the feeling too intense

up to cup my breasts as he began to knead them gently. "You have no idea

as he lowered his head to my left nipple, taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across it, drawing out another moan. "And I can't get enough of you." He repeated the

I was so sensitive. His lips left a trail on my stomach, following my waistband until he found the hem of my

fingers in the side of them and slowly dragged them down my legs. He bit his lip as I kicked them off. "So beautiful." He murmured as he stood

eyes. His eyes were shining with desire, his cock thick and hard. I bit my lower lip as he stepped closer to me, his gaze never wavering. He took my hand and guided

it, Silver. Feel how much I

and

of him, my gaze fixed on his shaft. His breath caught as I stroked his length. I took my time, moving

my mouth. I could tell he was fighting the urge to thrust but he held himself back, watching

bed, then climbed onto the mattress,

I wanted all

open. I whimpered as he played with my clit, slowly bringing me higher then without giving me time to prepare, he positioned his cock in between

and he was made for me. He pumped in and out of me slowly at first, savoring each stroke. I was lost to the sensations as he brought me to

me closer. My hips bucked against his, desperate for more. He gave me

scream.

one harder than the last and I lost count of how

coming out of my mouth. At some point, I lost the ability to think but he didn't stop and then I let out an ear piercing scream as he

Stars.

saw stars just as he collapsed on top of me,

off to sleep but managed to whisper, "I love you too,

woke up to an empty bed, a familiar ache spreading through me. A soft smile crept onto my face as I remembered what had happened. The weight of the impending danger hung heavy in the air, but for now, I allowed myself this

reverie. Alex stepped into the room, a steaming mug in his hand. A surge of warmth spread through

at him, my