Bonds

Chapter 47

-Maya’s POV-

The door clicked shut behind Ms. Edwards, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Relief washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the tangled emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface. I glanced at Alex who still wore that annoying smirk on his face ever since i sat in this office.

Wipe that smug grin off your face. There’s nothing funny about this situation.” I crossed my arms and glared at him.

Now, with just the two of us in the room, the weight of the situation settled on my shoulders. The initial shock of seeing Alex had given way to a complex mix of anger, frustration, and… dare I say it… a flicker of something else. When we were married, I was keen on letting him have his space even though I had wanted to make changes here, I had let it be but now? I was eager, maybe a little bit too eager.

“I wasn’t smiling,” Alex replied but he still had that smug look on his face. I knew he was somehow responsible for it.

“This was your doing wasn’t it?” I pointed between the two of us, “Hiring the company I just got a job in to redesign your company.”

He scoffed in his usual arrogant manner, “Don’t flatter yourself Amaya. Not everything revolves around you.”

His arrogance had been one of my favorite things back then but now, it just grated in my nerves. What annoyed me even more was that my wolf was purring, very happy to be near him again, acting like he had not been an asshole to us over the last four years and then what he did when I got arrested. I suddenly remembered my conversation, the words echoing in my head, I should never have told him I was still in love with him. And the worst part? A part of me still craved it. It was a maddening contradiction. He was just so infuriating that I wanted to pull my hair out and scream.

“Look,” I said, pushing the jumble of emotions aside for now. “Let’s just get back to why I’m here. The redesigns.” I forced myself to focus, arranging the design plans on the table in a show of professionalism.

it took me by surprise.

a

out?” My voice rose in disbelief. “We’re in the middle of a

tone dismissive. “And I’m not in the mood to continue talking to you if you’re just going to accuse me of things.” He paused, a flicker of something

that had been simmering within me erupted in a fiery blaze. I shot up from

say?” My voice was a low growl, laced with a dangerous edge. My fists clenched at my sides, and my wolf thrashed. He had said the wrong thing, she couldn’t lie still for

gaze, his expression devoid of any remorse. Instead, his jaw tightened, his features hardening into an emotionless mask. “You heard me. Ever since

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words felt like a physical blow, the air knocked out of

a decent explanation, Alex? Your egotistical self wasn’t even man enough to tell me, you just. rejected me? Broke my heart? Then, when I came back, you had my wedding bombed! As if that wasn’t enough, you had to go after my father’s company! I ended up in jail for it, he’s still locked up, and they won’t even let me see him! And

cold indifference radiating from him that only fueled

said, the words clipped and curt. “Why would I waste my time on something so…

on his face mirrored my own after the sound of the slap. I slapped him. I hadn’t known my claws had extended and there was an imprint where blood was flowing down his cheeks but he didn’t touch me, didn’t

I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. “I should have listened to my

my vision. My hands trembled uncontrollably, “And you know the worst part?” I whispered, my voice barely above a sob. “A part of me still wants

was the ragged rhythm of my breaths and the soft thud of a blood droplet hitting the carpeted floor. He held my gaze, his face an unreadable mask. The accusation hung heavy in the air,

into an eternity, punctuated only by the frantic pounding of my heart and the shallow gasps for air that escaped my trembling lips. The anger

I finally whispered, “Please.

wall separating us. His icy stare held a depth I couldn’t decipher,il of emotions that left me feeling utterly

sob escaped my lips, a raw expression of the despair that threatened to consume me. The love I had once held for him, the dreams we’d shared, all felt like a cruel joke in the face