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.

sudden it took me by surprise.

curtly, a bored undertone to his

voice rose in disbelief. “We’re

mood to continue talking to you if you’re just going to accuse me of things.” He paused, a flicker of something dark crossing his face. Then, under his breath, he muttered, “Maybel should have let you

hitched. His words were a slap in the face. The anger that had been simmering within me erupted in a fiery blaze. I shot up from my chair, knocking it over in

just 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

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

Chapter 47

physical blow,

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

bridge between us 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

“Why would I waste my

slapped him. I hadn’t known my claws had extended and there was an imprint where blood was flowing down his cheeks

with emotion. “I should have listened to my father. I should have

I whispered, my voice barely above a sob. “A part of me still wants to make that mistake again. Why? What did I

thud of a blood droplet hitting the carpeted floor. He held my gaze, his face an unreadable mask. The

all meaning as we stood there, locked in this agonizing stalemate. 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

I finally whispered, “Please. Just say

icy stare held 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

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 of his