Bonds

Chapter 82

-Alex’s POV-

I stood at the entrance of the facility waiting for them to prepare him to be seen. I knew once I stepped into that room and asked for his help. there would be no going back and as I sat there, replaying the day of the bombing in my head, I knew the decision had already been made.

-Three days earlier-

The news crackled over and over in my head, and I couldn’t stop grinding my teeth in anger. Land claim. My land. The territory that had been in my pack’s possession for generations, the one bordering his damn forest, was now apparently “up for grabs” according to the old bastard.

My fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into my palm. This wasn’t some corporate takeover, some hostile bid I could counter with lawyers and financial maneuvering. This was a primal challenge, a land grab rooted in the oldest werewolf traditions. I’d tried the civilized route, the boardroom battles, but Daniel Stone understood only one language: force.

“Mr. Thorne?” The voice on the other end of the phone, my secretary Ruth’s, cut through the haze of anger clouding my mind. “Are you still

there?”

“I am,” I forced out, my voice tight. “Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day and tomorrow.”

The silence on the other end stretched for a beat before Ruth spoke again, her voice laced with concern. “Mr. Thorne, are you sure? You have a very important presentation tomorrow with the Miller Group.”

“Cancel it.” I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Everything. I need to handle something… urgent.”

There was another pause, then a sigh. “Very well, sir, Will you be back in the office today?”

reminder of Amaya’s presence. She had gone on to ignore me after the outburst at the pack and I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. The more I did, the more I forced myself to believe that I had made no mistake because if the truth was that they were indeed fabricated then my

won’t

of hammering and drilling from within. My wolf stirred again, a restless energy coursing through me. Maybe I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her, to feel some semblance of calmness amidst the

of Daniel Stone’s land grab hung heavy in the air. No more delays. No more corporate niceties. It was time to embrace the part of me I’d spent years suppressing, the part that

the elevators. The battle was on, and this time, I was not going to

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pit in the backyard. It wasn’t their usual hangout – most nights were spent in their own apartments, plugged into the digital world. But tonight, the

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faces flickering in

me. Pack meetings these days were a sterile exchange of texts and video calls, a far cry from the old days of smoky dens and face–to–face meetings. Something that imitated me more than anything else in the world. Being

was one of those

asking everyone within the city to be present at the pack house. Some wolves still liked to embrace the old ways, living amongst themselves like a close knitted community while others like the wave of modern world. We were a

“Alright everyone,” I began, my voice cutting through the tense silence. “Thanks for coming here on

through the pack, a low growl echoing from the side. I recognized the source – Vargas.. His smug smirk ignited

a different kind. News that should concern us all.” I paused, letting the silence stretch for a beat before dropping the bombshell. “Daniel Stone has laid–claim to a portion

collective gasp escaped the

I stated, my voice firm, “is unacceptable. This land has been ours for

eyes. But before the simmering tension could boil over, Vargas voice cut through, “Perhaps,” he drawled, his voice laced with a smugness that grated on my nerves, “this could

him. I faced back the Packmembers, “I know I haven’t been the most present Alpha but that is going to change. No one touches what belongs to me. This land claim, which I intend to put an end to, is just the beginning, there will be more and I

agreement ran through a section of the pack, mostly the younger wolves who craved battle glory, pressure was immense. My wolf stirred within me, its primal instincts urging me to meet

thrill of the hunt.

pl. assess our