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

“He never approved. Said it was a waste of time. As a future Luna, I should focus on

“Ivan!

wife,” Ivan finished, his voice surprisingly

for a moment, the unspoken connecting us.

important. And your father… well, let’s just say he isn’t the world’s

was space for me to rediscover myself in this

said, a small smile playing on my

own. “I’d love to see

door echoed in the silence as a maid passed by, breaking the spell of our o and a frown creased his forehead. He pulled out his phone,

hand hallway to his

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Chapter 9

he muttered, his voice apologetic. “Looks like

fading a little. “Oh.

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

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eyes. “Listen, hot about you come with me? It’s just a quick stop,

eyes of my father, with a man

a touch of awkwardness in his voice. “Work stuff, honestly. It’s not exactly glamorous, but hey, someone’s gotta make sure

“Come on, adventure awaits. Trust me, it’s more exciting than paint splatters and canvases, at least for the day.”

genuine enthusiasm infectious. My doubts melted away, replaced by a flicker of anticipation.

“Let’s see what kind of trouble

grip on my hand as we navigated the familiar, yet always oppressive, grounds of my childhood home. My heart thumped a nervous rhythm against my ribs, a mixture of excitement and apprehension bubbling

squeezing my hand gently. “Everything

him a shaky smile. “Just.. it’s been

since I went out like this.

deep, genuine laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “Normal? Amaya you

senses were on high alert, but beneath the tension, a thrill danced–the thrill of His words brought a lightness to my heart I hadn’t felt in years. My: defying my

a small, unassuming building at the back of the courtyard. Ivan explained it was the headquarters for his team, a group of wolves dedicated to maintaining peace and order within the pack. I saw respect in

colleagues. I learned about patrols, negotiations, and even a secret network of informants who kept their tabs on the darker corners of the pack. It was a world I never knew existed, a world where

Ivan in a new light. He wasn’t just the handsome Alpha’s, the charming suitor. He was a leader, a protector, someone who commanded respect not through

left, the first blush of dusk