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.

ironic how we were engaged, yet 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 even look at me. She just

It was sealed.

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

still reeling from the encounter with Ivan and Miranda. He answered on the first ring, his signature drawl

had a habit of provoking me, pushing my buttons until I snapped. And he had taken

you?” I said instead of answering his question,

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Chapter 62

an irritated sigh, the sound carrying

said, my mind already racing with

“Okay what?”

“I’m on my way.

my mind already moving on to the

one to my pilot, instructing him to prepare my private 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

a little more at case in my casual clothes. 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 life, everything changed. A bitter pill I had to

a drink, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light of the plane. I sat down, swirling 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

Amaya’s 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

replaced by another woman’s face. This woman still had a smile on

My mother’s.

transported back to a memory from my childhood, one that I had long suppressed. I was eight years old, holding up a

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

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 not a monster. He is