Bonds

Chapter 62

-Alex’s POV-

I stood there, watching Amaya flee the scene, my wolf surged forward, urging me to chase after her. But I knew better. I knew I shouldn’t have been there in the first place, inserting myself into her life like a wedge. I had been a fool to think I could just show up and pretend like nothing. had changed. My wolf was still reeling, and now it was pushing me to go after her, to claim her as mine. But I knew that was a recipe for disaster.

Ivan’s eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity as he turned his attention back to me. His mask was slipping, revealing a glimmer of the darkness beneath. I almost smiled, knowing that no one could be that perf that put together, without hiding something.

And Ivan was definitely hiding something.

“Why won’t you leave her the f*ck alone?” he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

I met his gaze, my expression neutral, but my wolf seething beneath the surface. He must really have a death wish, I thought, to challenge me like this. I didn’t back away, though. I just stared at him, my eyes locked on his, daring him to make a move. My wolf was lunging against the surface, eager to break free and defend me, but I kept him in check.

Ivan’s eyes darkened, and his alpha aura hit me like a wave. It was a dark, tainted energy, one that made me question my previous assessment of him as harmless. There was more to Ivan than met the eye, and I made a mental note to dig deeper. His aura was like a punch to the gut, making me almost take a step back.

Almost.

Miranda’s voice broke through the tension, her tone tiny and fragile. “Ivan,” she whispered, her hand on his arm. “Let’s just go.”

She sounded like a scared little girl, her usual manipulative demeanor replaced by a quivering uncertainty. I allowed myself to look at her, and she looked scared. Scared of what Ivan would do. Her touch on his arm finally snapped him out of it, and he backed away, his eyes returning to normal. His gaze clashed with mine, and I still had a neutral expression on my face.

“Stay away from Amaya,” he growled, before turning and walking away, leaving me and Miranda in an awkward silence.

so distant. The only connection we would ever have was when I f*cked her. I expected her to say something, anything, in her usual calculating manner, but she didn’t

It was sealed.

what the f*ck just happened. I needed to know what Ivan was hiding, what he was capable of. The questions swirled in my head,

dialed Christian’s number, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Ivan and Miranda. He answered on

habit of provoking me, pushing my buttons until I snapped. And he had taken it a little too far last time. But I wasn’t in the mood for his games

answering his

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Chapter 62

an irritated sigh, the sound carrying clearly

I said, my mind already racing

“Okay what?”

“I’m on my way.

another word, my mind already moving

jet for takeoff. Less than thirty minutes later, I was boarding the plane, Ruth, my efficient assistant, already having everything I needed waiting for me on board. I really needed to double,

It was just me on the plane, which was exactly how I liked it. I couldn’t stand the air hostesses‘ lingering gazes, their flirtatious smiles. There was a time when it had entertained me, but ever since she came into my

the liquid in the glass as the pilot announced it was time to take off. I brought the glass to my lips, feeling the coolness of the glass against my

ground, I closed my eyes, letting the memories I tried not to remember flood my mind. Amaya’s smile, her laughter, the way she used to look at me. I felt a pang in my chest, a

Amaya’s face vanished, replaced by another woman’s face. This woman still had a smile on her face, but it was

My mother’s.

one that I had long suppressed. I was eight years old, holding up a crude drawing for her to see. “What is this?” she asked, her voice gentle, but laced with a

frown immediately growing on her face. She gently pushed my hand down, the painting going along with it, and looked around nervously

is your father?” she whispered. I frowned, feeling a surge of anger and fear. “He’s not a part of my family. He is a monster.” My mother quickly covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes pleading. “Don’t let