Bonds

Chapter 29

-Alex’s POV-

Let out an irritated sigh before moving towards Miranda. Amaya was already gone, whisked away by Natalia who looked like she was about to erupt Eke a volcano, Miranda was still sprawled on the floor, clutching her face and letting out a string of very undignified s o b s. The bartender woman who had been at Amaya’s side, was staring wide-eyed at the scene.

“Please sir,” she squeaked, “You two need to leave. Now.”

I shot her a glare that instantly clamped her mouth shut. She took a nervous step back, her eyes darting between me and the whimpering mess on the floor. Reaching down, I grabbed Miranda’s arm, intending to help her up.

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, slapping my hand away with surprising force. The entire bar had fallen silent, everyone’s attention focused on the unfolding drama. The air c**d with tension, thick with the scent of stale beer and the uncomfortable silence that followed Miranda’s outburst. It was starting to grate on my nerves.

“Enough of this,” 1 growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Get up right now. You’re making a scene and starting to irritate me. A lot.”

My words seemed to have the desired effect. Miranda, perhaps sensing the shift in atmosphere, finally stopped her sobbing fit. Sniffling back tears, she scrambled to her feet, grabbing her purse with one hand and wiping at her red-rimmed eyes with the other. Without a word, she stalked towards the exit, her shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink away from the curious stares of the patrons.

I followed close behind, casting a final look around the bar. Every head was still turned, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity. With a m**l groan, I sent a quick text message to Christian, outlining the situation and asking him to deal with any potential fallout. There would definitely be questions in the morning, and Christian, with his talent for smooth-talking and discreet intimidation, was the best person to handle them.

Stepping out into the cool night air, I closed the door to the bar behind me with a heavy thud. The street was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos I had just left behind. Taking a deep breath, I let out a long sigh, the tension slowly draining from my shoulders. This whole night had been a mess, from the surprise encounter with Amaya to the brawl with Miranda. I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and forget the entire evening ever happened.

But she would not let me. As if she suddenly felt my presence, she stopped walking, turning around to face me, “This is all your fault, you know,” she hissed.

I grunted noncommittally, focusing on the flickering streetlight overhead.

She continued, her voice rising with each word, “You just stood there like a statue while that… that she-wolf attacked me!”

“You weren’t exactly playing saint, Miranda,” I finally interjected, my voice flat and devoid of any emotion. It felt easier that way, a shield against the chaos of the night.

“A saint?” she scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air. “She’s the one who lunged at me like a rabid dog! All because of some s**d remark I made. And you just watched!”

“You were provoking her,” I pointed out, my tone even, almost bored. The truth was, the whole fight had happened so fast it was a blur. But I wasn’t about to admit that to her.

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy?” she shrieked, “You k

know what? Maybe you were happy to see Amaya humiliate me like that. Maybe that’s why you didn’t

to

features despite my best efforts. “Here we go again with

the air, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that what you call it? Come on,

over in me. She just wouldn’t let it go. I don’t know what your problem is, Miranda,” I said, my voice tight. “But something definitely is wrong with you. You asked me to come here, Why were you even herd in the first place? Were you following

had no idea the would be here. It’s a small city and I came here

friends,” I remarked drily. All I wanted

I

wasn’t following anyone. Unlike you, apparently.” Her voice

I challenged,

We both know you have a thing for Amaya still. No matter how

to simmer beneath the surface. “I don’t have a thing for her. I told you before, she is a thing of the past.”

“oh,

your face! You were practically glowing when you saw her. Still hopelessly in love with the

your heart.”

Miranda,” I snapped. “And you have no idea what happened between us

still hung up on her. And no matter what you do, she’s never going to take you back. She’s with my

hidden. Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating Miranda seemed to take my

she said, her voice softening slightly. “Two lost souls, pining after what we can’t have. Maybe that’s why we work

instinct warning me to

away, but she

while. Forget about

her voice… for a moment, I faltered. The loneliness that had been gnawing

look of shock and hurt on her face. “You haven’t f**d me since she came back into the picture. I know you, Alex. I know your wolf wants it. You have been starved

was flat, “No, I

hardened, the vulnerability replaced by a cold anger that mirrored my own. “Fine,” she spat. “Then what do you want? She’s

cruel, a deliberate jab at my deepest insecurities. I felt a surge of anger rise within me, hot and primal. “Shut

in her eyes. “What

around us seemed to fade away. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface for the entire night boiled over. My vision narrowed, focusing solely on Miranda’s face, flushed with

and unfamiliar, surged through me. It was a hunger, a need to overpower, to

that surprised even me, I lunged forward, grabbing her upper arms. Her gasp of surprise was cut short as I pulled her roughly against me The heat of her body sent a jolt through

in my chest. My voice wasn’t mine anymore, it was deeper, rougher, laced with

bravado seemed to falter under the intensity of my gaze. For a terrifying moment, I just held her there, the primal urge to dominate warring with a sliver of reason clinging to the edges of

into something more… urgent. Without any conscious thought, I leaned down, my lips