Bonds

Chapter 9

The air crackled around Ivan’s question, heavy with unspoken meaning. My mind instantly flashed to my father’s icy glare. It was tempting to spill the truth, to build our relationship on honesty. But fear, cold and sharp, whispered of lies.

I shook my head, keeping my voice level “Nothing. Just the usual pack rivalry stuff. Why do you ask?”

He studied me for a moment, then his smile returned, quick and easy. “No reason, really. Just trying to keep my ear to the ground, you know? Lots of chatter going around. Heard something about trouble at the new elite club and I heard Alex was involved and you were there. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

The truth prickled on my tongue, but before I could speak, he cut me off, His hand, warm and gentle, cupped my cheek. “Easy there, no need to explain. I’m not some controlling brute. You’re free to come and go as you please. Just wanted to check.”

Relief washed over me, mingling with a pang of guilt. I forced a smile and nodded. “Thank you. Maybe next time we can go together.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “I’d like that, Amaya.”

The tension eased, replaced by a cautious hope. This was fragile, this trust he extended, and I wouldn’t risk shattering it with lies. The future stretched before us, uncertain but full of possibilities. And for now, just for now, the simple truth of his presence felt like enough. Look

His touch lingered on my cheek, the warmth seeping into me, melting away the residual chill of fear. It felt safe. Unfamiliar, but safe.

He took a step back gesturing for them to sit, his smile still in place. “This is something I should have done even before the wedding. I want to know you, tell me about yourself, Amaya. Really. Not the wife Daniel wants me to see, not the Luna everyone expects you to be. Tell me about you.”

His request struck a chord, a long–dormant longing for connection. For the last four years, I’d been molded into something I wasn’t, expected to follow scripts written by others. But Ivan’s eyes, open and curious, held a promise of acceptance, of seeing me beyond the layers.

Hesitantly, I began. “I love to paint,” I admitted, surprised by the ease of the words. “Abstracts. Explosions of color, tangled lines that tell stories only I can

see

still paint?”

Ivan’s face lit up with genuine interest. “That’s incredible. Do you st

stung me. “No. Father…” I stopped, the words harsh and bitter van waited patiently, his eyes understanding.

Shame stung

waste of time. As a future Luna, I should focus on

“Ivan!

wife,” Ivan finished, his voice

in silence for a moment, the unspoken connecting

smile. “Well, I think painting’s important. And your father… well, let’s just say he isn’t the world’s best

me. Maybe, just maybe, there was space for

I said, a small smile playing on

glimmered, reflecting the spark in my own. “I’d love to see it,”

spell of our o and a frown creased his forehead. He pulled

froze, hand hallway

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Chapter 9

his voice apologetic. “Looks like duty calls. Something

of disappointment, the warmth of connection fading a little.

Amaya. Really. This wasn’t how I wanted the day to go.”

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his stride hesitant. Then, he stopped, turning back to me with a hopeful spark in his eyes. “Listen, hot about you come with me? It’s just a quick stop, wouldn’t take long. And then… maybe we could grab some food, somewhere nice, get to know

date, away from the watchful eyes of my father, with a man who wasn’t trying to control me. But I hesitated. “Where

not exactly

smile disarming, “Come on, adventure awaits. Trust me,

hand, then back at his face, his genuine enthusiasm infectious. My doubts melted away, replaced by a flicker of anticipation. Taking a deep breath,

surprising even myself. “Let’s see what kind of

Ivan kept a tight grip on my hand as we navigated the familiar, yet always oppressive, grounds of my childhood home. My

squeezing my hand

smile. “Just.. it’s been

since I went out like this. You know,

down my spine. “Normal? Amaya you

brought a lightness to my heart

the headquarters for his team, a group of wolves dedicated to maintaining peace

about patrols, negotiations, and even a secret network of informants who kept their tabs on the darker corners

He wasn’t just the handsome Alpha’s, the charming suitor. He was a leader,

time we left, the first blush of dusk