Bonds

Chapter 48

-Alex’s POV-

I don’t know the specific place werewolves go when they leave this earth. Humans believed in heaven and hell. Werewolves, unlike humans, believed our creation came from the moon goddess. She was written in stories to be a kind and gentle soul but if there was a place like hell that was created for our kind, I was definitely going there for kissing her.

The moment my lips touched hers, I felt it all.

Was it possible to be dead and still be living?

I was sure that was what had happened to me in the last four because right now? All I felt was life, like a rekindled fire burning inside me. Her lips were as soft as I remember, her soft body molded into my hard frame. We were made for each other. I had known this from the moment I first saw her.

My hands wrapped around her waist pulling her into me. I wanted to consume her, bury whatever distance existed between the two of us. I deepened the kiss and that was why it all came crashing down.

I was suddenly shoved off her, then a slap followed. At least her claws were tout this time. She stared at me with different emotions coursing through her face but the most dominant was shock.

Shock because she had kissed me back. I could still taste her, my body hummed with anticipation. My wolf paced relentlessly in my head growling the same word that had haunted me since I saw her: Mate.

He wanted her but we couldn’t have her, not after everything that had happened. Not after what she did. She continued to stare at

Alex. me then as if she was suddenly yanked out back to reality, hee eyes narrowed, “F*ck you,

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Her hands trembled as she gathered the papers then grabbed her bag before heading out of my office. She gave me one last glance, her eyes conveyed the message that I already told myself.

I shouldn’t have kissed her then she was gone, the door shutting behind her leaving me how I had been these last four years since I drove her out of my life.

Alone and Empty.

hand instinctively reached for my phone and with a few taps, I sent a

with conflicting emotions- anger, regret, a primal urge to possess – but one thought echoed louder than all others: I shouldn’t have

deals solidified empires and fortunes were gambled away with nonchalance. As I strode through the mahogany doors, the murmur of conversation dipped momentarily, then

before me, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He didn’t need to be told my usual – a double Scotch, neat. The amber liquid burned down my throat,

only one I still had in my

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Chapter 48

was already angry, there was no need to fuel the anger by

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it was futile. My mind had already drifted

I stared at the brightly colored ice cream truck parked at the edge of the park.

ice cream, silly,” she chirped, her voice brimming with mischief. “Didn’t you get

cream,” I muttered, feeling inexplicably defensive. It was a childish treat, and even when I was a child, I

you not like ice cream? It’s the perfect summer

my face at the word “flavor” – a subtle reminder of the double meaning of the word. She knew exactly where my mind was headed, a blush creeping up her cheeks as if to confirm my suspicions but still,

exuded power and control. This was the last place! thought I would

she wanted to be claimed by me or not. That was a bull story because we both knew how it was ending, now that I had found her,

that I would do just anything for her which was why I allowed her to drag me to a park and we

was the headline of my

laced with a hint of amusement, “tell me now so I can turn around

of alcohol and swirling emotions, to see Christian standing before me. His usual stoic expression was replaced by a look of mild curiosity, a rare sight on his face. He slid into the seat opposite

apologize for that.” Those were

with surprise, a rare sight for Christian. Nothing ever surprised him but I too never

when does the

ignored his jibe, “I know you do what you can, more than I could ever ask and you shouldn’t be on