Bonds

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

-Alex’s POV-

I slumped back in my chair, the weight of the morning’s news settling heavily on my shoulders. Miranda, with her usual brand of twisted amusement, had informed me of the merger between Amaya’s and Ivan’s packs. Individually, each pack hold considerable power, but combined, they were a force to be reckoned with. A grudging part of me acknowledged the strategic brilliance of the move, but the thought of their combined strength sent a jolt of irritation through me.

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What bothered me most was how smoothly things seemed to be progressing between them. My wolf growled in frustration, a primal echo of the anger simmering beneath the surface.

‘She doesn’t matter anymore, I repeated to myself, a mantra I’d been chanting for weeks now. Amaya had hurt me, betrayed me, and I wouldn’t allow myself to be consumed by these lingering feelings.

Just then, the soft tap–tap–tap of heels on the hardwood floor broke through my reverie. “Sir?” My head snapped up to meet the concerned gaze of Ruth, my ever–patient personal assistant.

“What?” I barked, the harshness of my tone surprising even me. Truth be told, I’d been on edge all morning, and Amaya’s name hanging in the air hadn’t helped matters.

Why did she have to come back and disrupt everything?

Ruth flinched slightly. She was a master at navigating my moods, but even her calm demeanor seemed to falter under my glare. “I was just reminding you about your appointment at two o’clock, sir,” she said softly.

Appointment? My brow furrowed in irritation. What appointment could possibly be important enough to tear me away turmoil brewing within me?

“Appointment with who?” I asked, forcing myself to sound somewhat professional.

“The interior designer, sir,” She replied.

from the

The reminder sent another wave of annoyance crashing through me. The whole redesign project felt trivial compared to the sanity struggle brewing in my head.

Couldn’t it wait?

be rescheduled?” I grumbled, the words

for a beat, her brow creasing slightly. “I did check, sir,” she said carefully. “But the interior designer said she wouldn’t be available any other day this

a tinderbox. “Wouldn’t be available?‘ The implication that the designer, whoever she was, had the audacity to dictate my schedule was infuriating. Yet, a part of me knew she was right. Putting off the renovations any longer would only cause

a hand through my hair. “Fine,” I muttered, the anger still clinging to my voice. “Tell

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curved into a faint smile, a small victory in the face of my obvious frustration. “Of course, sir,” she said, her voice regaining its usual calm efficiency. “Is there anything

the day, the simmering anger, and the unwelcome

a wave of my

the interior designer could wait. Right now, I needed

was about to call it a day and drown my frustrations in a stiff drink, my phone buzzed on the desk. A glance at

shot through me. Today of all days, I was not in the mood for him. With a deep breath, I answered the call.

his tone cool and detached. “Just

premonition of bad news

hint of amusement creeping into his voice. “He’s getting

over in the process. “What? How is he getting out?” My voice rose an

out of jail, Alex. Seems his

in my ear. “This can’t be happening,” I snarled. “I thought… I thought we

of sympathy. “Look, I just wanted to let you know. Not exactly breaking news,

damn breadcrumbs, Christian,” I roared, my frustration boiling over. “I’m not in the mood for

tense silence followed, heavy with unspoken tension. Finally, Christian spoke, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

and clear,” I spat back, my

I built!” I bellowed, every word laced, “I pay you good money to just let

removed for you. He was investigated, his company fell and he went to jail. All of that, I

fueled by a potent amount of anger, “That’s

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