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.

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 even look at me. She just clutched her bag, turned

It was sealed.

was hiding, what he was capable of. The questions swirled in

mind still reeling from the encounter with Ivan and Miranda. He answered

had been happening, Christian had a habit of provoking me, pushing

instead of answering his question,

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Chapter 62

the sound carrying clearly over the phone

I said, my mind already racing with the

“Okay what?”

“I’m on my way.

the call without another word, my mind already moving on to the

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, if not triple, her salary. She was the most efficient person I knew, always

the plane, which was exactly how I liked it. I couldn’t stand the air hostesses‘ lingering gazes, their flirtatious

the pilot announced it was time to take

she used to look at me. I felt a pang in my chest, a familiar ache that I

Amaya’s face vanished, replaced by another 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 knew this

My mother’s.

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 hint

best way any eight–year–old would–like stick figures. But my mother’s face 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

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 anyone here hear you say that, Alex. Your father is