Bonds

Chapter 50

-Maya’s POV-

The air crackled with a tense silence after my father’s words. Blinking rapidly, I struggled to process the accusation hanging heavy between us. “That’s what you want to talk about?” I finally managed.

My mother, sensing the impending storm, had already excused herself, leaving me alone with the man who seemed determined to make this reunion as uncomfortable as possible. His gaze narrowed, boring into me as if he was searching for some hidden motive.

“I asked you a question, Amaya,” he repeated, his voice firm and laced with an undercurrent of anger. “One that requires an answer.”

What was wrong with this man? Seriously. Frustration bubbled up within me, threatening to spill over into a full–blown explosion. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to push down the rising anger. “You were in jail,” I stated, enunciating each word carefully. “The pack was in disarray. Petrov was aiming for the Alpha position, making threats, creating chaos. I had to do something.”

“And what exactly did you do?” he countered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Declare yourself co–Alpha? Who gave you the right to do so?”

“Besides,” I continued, ignoring his derision, “Ivan said you already signed off on the merger.”

His eyes widened momentarily, a flicker of surprise betraying his carefully constructed mask of fury. Then, just as quickly, the surprise morphed into something far more dangerous – a cold, calculating anger. “I signed off on the merger,” he began, his voice low and menacing, “with me as the leader. As the sole Alpha of the Crescent Pack. Who, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a barely audible growl, “told you it was anything different?”

1 recoiled under his fierce gaze, a wave of incredulity washing over me. With everything that had happened, with the pack teetering on the brink of collapse, the thing that bothered him most was the fact that I had declared myself co–Alpha?

Did he honestly despise me that much?

The anger I had fought so hard to suppress threatened to boil over. Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to remain calm. There was no point in getting into a shouting match with this man. “I apologize, Father,” I managed to say, my voice tight with controlled emotion. “If that’s how you feel about it, I will happily step down. No problem at all.

And don’t even entertain the thought of attempting something like that

over. I stood there for a moment, my teeth grinding together in frustration. Did he ever even try to love me? The image of his dismissive hand flashed before my eyes, and the anger

get you out of jail, facing Petrov’s relentless attacks, holding this crumbling pack together.

own. “What did you just say

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Chapter 50

got arrested because they thought I was involved in money laundering. Money laundering that you were being investigated for. You didn’t even care to tell me if the accusations were true, not a single word! And the fact

flaring in anger. “You dare call

was circling like a vulture, waiting to snatch the Alpha position. The pack was on the verge of collapse, What was I supposed to

the anger simmering beneath the surface. “And who,” he thundered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, “gave

escaped my lips. “Apparently,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “no one! Because according to you, the only one fit to lead this pack is you. The one who doesn’t even bother to consider his own daughter when facing accusations, the one who can’t even be bothered with a three–second

his tone dismissive. “You call that a jail?

“While you sat comfortably in your cell, I faced Petrov’s relentless attacks. And the first thing you do when you get out is

anger giving way to a wave of despair. “How dare you?” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “How dare there and blame me when I was only trying to keep the pack in our family? To keep your

you sit

of any flicker of remorse or understanding. That was it. This wasn’t anger

the words thick with tears,

shot out, wrapping itself around my throat in a vice–like grip. The air left my lungs in a whoosh, my vision blurring at the

growled in my face tightening his grip. Panic surged through me, but before I could react, a feral

movement. With a force that seemed impossible, he slammed into my father, sending him crashing to the floor with a startled yelp,

my throat eased, and I gasped for air, my lungs burning.

passed by my mother, who stood frozen in the doorway, her face etched with a mixture of fear and something that could

enveloping us. As soon as the car door slammed shut behind me,