Bonds

Chapter 56

-Alex’s POV-

My paws pounded against the damp earth, the familiar sensation grounding me. It was one of the reasons I loved letting my wolf out-the exhilarating release of pent-up energy. This morning, especially, I had woken with a restlessness that wouldn’t be ignored So, the moment! crawled out of bed, I found myself outside, in the landscaped expanse behind the mansion, shifting

With the wind whipping through my fur and the scent of damp grass filling my nostrils, I was free. No walls could confine me, no thoughts could intrude on the raw, instinctive joy of running. Not her, not Adrian, and definitely not the conversation I’d had with my father. I pushed myself harder, letting every frustration and worry dissipate with each powerful stride.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the need to return to human form asserted itself With a loud whoosh, I shifted back, the world solidifying around me, Grabbing a set of clothes I kept at a discreet location specifically for these occasions, I pulled them on and began the walk back towards the house.

The hush of the early morning was broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. As I entered the house, the maids bowed their heads respectfully as they always did. I gave a curt nod in acknowledgement, my mind still preoccupied with the events of the past few days. My steps carried me towards my room, a haven I desperately needed.

The moment I pushed open the door, however, my haven shattered. My wolf let out a low growl, the air thick with an unwelcome presence. Even before I saw her, I recognized the cloying scent of Miranda clinging to the air like an irritating perfume. Perched precariously on the edge of my bed, eyes glued to her phone, she looked up the moment she sensed me. A smile plastered itself on her face – a smile I knew held no warmth or sincerity.

Ignoring her completely, I strode towards the closet, intent on getting ready for the day. The smile faltered, replaced by a narrowed gaze that was far more representative of the woman she truly was.

“Aren’t you even going to acknowledge me?” she purred, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness.

I gave her a withering look, barely a flicker of my annoyance escaping. “You can ignore me all you want,” she continued, her voice gaining a hint of defiance, “but the truth is, you’re stuck with me.” She tossed her hair dramatically, a move I was sure she’d practiced in front of a mirror countless times.

“But that’s not what I came to tell you about,” she added quickly, seeing the steely glint in my eyes. “It’s about Ivan’s company.”

Now I did stop, turning to face her fully. My eyes narrowed, a silent warning. “I already told you no. Now get out of my room.”

“You know you don’t have to be so hostile all the time,” she pouted, her voice taking on a childish whine. “And I’m not leaving until you agree to help him.” She straightened up, puffing out her chest in a pathetic attempt to appear assertive.

movement

I stalked towards her, my measured and deliberate. She flinched back slightly, her bravado momentarily

Good.

my voice low and dangerous. “Or maybe I’ll just throw you

facade. For a moment, i thought she might actually back down, but then she squared her shoulders, a flicker of defiance returning to her

Chapter 56

dare,” she

Dealing with Miranda was like trying to reason with a

the words left my lips, “Why are you going to the hospital?” My

across her face, and a surge of regret washed over me for even entertaining the idea of engaging with her. But.

my sister-in-law,” she announced, her words dripping with a calculated

to shrink, the air growing thick with suffocating silence. Her smile widened.

I loathed giving her the satisfaction, the question tumbled out of my lips before

disinterest, and turned towards the door as if to leave. But the glint in her eyes betrayed her act. She thrived on drama, on having the upper hand. in a flash, I was across the room, my hand shooting

Happened. To. Amaya?” Each word was a

her hand free with surprising force. “Get your hands off me!” She

“go to the hospital and find out yourself.” with that, she turned on her heels

cage, his frustration and fear palpable. It didn’t matter that I rejected her, he still considered her as his mate. The rejection may have severed some of the connection, but the bond remained, a tethered lifeline

focus and calm down

of my company.Every fiber of my being screamed at me to get back in the car and race to the hospital. The information I’d gleaned with a single phone call felt branded onto my brain-Amaya’s name, the hospital room number echoing in the empty space of my skull. But instead of following that primal urge, I found myself back in the sterile confines of my office, the silence broken only by the

screen blurred, the reports swam before my eyes. Every notification, every chime, sent

growl pushing against the confines of head to go to her. To make sure that

down.

I’d buried myself in work, throwing myself into a maelstrom of activity, anything to silence the frantic chatter in my head. Finally, with a sigh of exhaustion, I

as you requested for the rest of