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.

her to say something, anything, in her usual calculating manner, but she didn’t even look at me. She just clutched her bag, turned around, and walked

It was sealed.

to know what the f*ck just happened. I needed to know what Ivan was

Ivan and Miranda. He answered on the first ring,

last encounter, what with everything that had been happening, Christian had a habit of provoking me, pushing my buttons until I snapped. And he had taken it a little too far last

instead of answering his

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Chapter 62

the sound carrying

I said, my mind already racing with

“Okay what?”

“I’m on my way.

ended the call without another word, my

the plane, Ruth, my efficient assistant, already having everything I needed waiting for me on board. I really needed to double, if

me on the plane, which was exactly how I liked it. I couldn’t stand 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 skin, then tipped it back, letting

smile, her laughter, the way she used to look at me. I felt a pang in my chest, a familiar ache that I had been trying to ignore for months now. But it was no use. She had implanted herself under my skin, I tried to act like I could tear

woman’s face. This woman still had a smile on her face, but it was a sad one, tinged with a hint of melancholy. I

My mother’s.

a memory from my childhood, one that I had long suppressed. I was eight years old, holding up a crude drawing

fell, a frown immediately growing on her face. She gently pushed my hand down, the painting going along with it, and looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed. There were some of my father’s men lurking in the background, pretending not to pay attention, but I knew they were watching us, watching my mother particularly, to

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