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.

me by surprise. “Where are

curtly, a bored

rose in disbelief. “We’re in the middle

paused, a flicker of something dark crossing his face. Then, under his breath, he muttered, “Maybel should have let

within me erupted in a fiery blaze. I shot up from my chair, knocking it over

My fists clenched at my sides, and my wolf thrashed. He had said the wrong thing,

into an emotionless mask. “You heard me. Ever since you came back, it’s been

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

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 you dare stand there and pretend it’s

practically nonexistent. He didn’t flinch. His gaze remained fixed on mine, a cold indifference radiating from him that only fueled my anger further. It was as if the man I knew, the man I loved, had vanished, replaced

words clipped and curt. “Why would I waste my time on something

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 retaliate. He simply stared at me, the shock

putting some distance between us. “You are a bastard, Alex,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. “I should have

welled up in my eyes, blurring 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

soft thud of a blood droplet hitting the carpeted floor.

Minutes stretched 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 that had fueled me moments ago began to ebb,

whispered,

a depth I couldn’t decipher,il of emotions that left me feeling utterly lost. Was it regret? Defiance? Or was it simply a calculated indifference, meant to inflict the most

expression of the despair that threatened to consume me. The love I had once