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.

with a few taps, I sent a terse text to Christian: “At The Den.

practically bolted out of the office. My head was spiraling with conflicting emotions- anger, regret, a primal urge to possess – but one thought echoed louder than all others: I shouldn’t have

and fortunes were gambled away with

materialized 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, a temporary escape

think Christian was the only one I still had in my corner. My parents. My wolf

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was no need to fuel the anger by having thoughts

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tried to find peace in the familiar sting of alcohol, but it was futile. My mind had already drifted back, back to a time before betrayal had poisoned the

at the edge of the park. “What are we doing

“Getting ice cream, silly,” she chirped, her voice brimming with mischief.

was a childish treat, and even when I was a child, I had never tasted it. I

widened in mock horror. “What? How can you not like ice cream? It’s the perfect summer treat! Come

of the double meaning of the word. She knew exactly where my mind was headed, a blush creeping up

high-end restaurants were more my scene, places that exuded power and control.

had, she had insisted that I court her then she would decide if 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, I was not letting

which was why I allowed her to drag me to a park and we were currently standing in

was the headline of

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

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

you. I apologize for that.” Those were the first

rare sight for Christian. Nothing ever surprised

the almighty Alex Thorne

his jibe, “I know you do what you can, more than I could ever ask and you