Bonds

Chapter 85

-Maya’s POV-

A gnawing unease clawed at my gut, twisting and churning with every passing day. It felt like the calm before a storm, a suffocating silence that pressed in on me from all sides. Officially, things had gone quiet. No more news of bombings, no more violence erupting across the city. But the quiet felt wrong, heavy with a sense of impending doom.

People whispered in hushed tones, their eyes flickering nervously whenever they thought I wasn’t looking. The news was a constant barrage of speculation and accusations, each report a fresh stab of anxiety. Ivan was working tirelessly behind the scenes, trying to mend the fractured relationships and control the narrative. My father, in his usual infuriating way, had retreated into a shell of stoic silence. Alex? He was a ghost, a name that hung heavy in the air but never materialized.

The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Fear, anger, confusion – they all tangled together in a knot that tightened with each passing hour. It was all too easy to pretend everything was fine, to plaster on a smile and go through the motions. But the facade felt brittle, a mask that could shatter with the slightest touch.

The worst part? I was trapped, playing a role in the den of the enemy – or at least, that’s how it felt. Here I was, in the heart of Alex’s company, tasked with finishing the interior design project I’d started before everything went south. It felt surreal, walking through these familiar halls, surrounded by the ghosts of normalcy.

Everywhere I turned, I felt his presence, a phantom pressing down on me. It wasn’t like I saw him, not physically. But his absence was a presence all its own, a void in the air that screamed of his watchful gaze. The employees tried their best to act normal. But even their smiles seemed forced, their small talk strained under the weight of the unspoken tension.

Every creak of the floorboard, every rustle of paper, sent a jolt through me.

Was it him?

Was he watching me?

The paranoia gnawed at me, turning every shadow into a potential threat.

The questions echoed in the vast emptiness of my mind, unanswered and terrifying. I longed for the comfort of the girls, for the familiar faces and the warmth of acceptance but it felt like everyone had suddenly become stuck in their own world. Here, I was an outsider, an alien adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Each day was a battle, a constant struggle to maintain composure amidst the swirling chaos. A part of me craved answers, yearned to confront Alex directly without Ivan this time. But another, more cautious part, held me back. I still had Adrian to worry about and his plan to expose werewolves to the world, all of this was probably working in his favour then there was that message, sometimes I just simply stared. No new one had come but I felt like I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, like I was waiting for Alex to materialize.

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea washing over me. The Alex I knew, the thoughtful, kind man I’d fallen for, seemed to be a distant memory. In his place stood a stranger, a man consumed by a darkness I couldn’t fathom.

the eye of the storm, a temporary As the days bled into one another, the silence began to morph into something more sinister. It felt like th reprieve before the real blow hit. And as I sat alone in the empty office, surrounded by the remnants of a life that seemed to be slipping away.

I couldn’t help but wonder: when the storm finally broke, would any of us be left standing?

jolt of surprise ripped me from my spiraling thoughts as a voice cut through the

22 Jun

Chapter 85

Everything alright

man in charge of

David,” I managed a smile, forcing myself to appear calm. “Yeah,

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with a hint of hesitation. “Actually,

I

you about.”

that would push my already stretched patience to the breaking point. Anything but going

felt like a

wanted to get your opinion on the progress of his office renovation. Would

me even more uneasy. He spoke to them sending messages on what he like and didn’t that would eventually reach me but I never saw him and

“I was just about to leave for the day. Maybe we could schedule a

furrowed slightly. “I understand,” he said, his voice polite but firm. “But Mr. Thorne specifically requested to see it today. He’s… well, he’s been a bit on edge lately, and seeing some progress might help

I sighed inwardly. Part of me just wanted to run, to escape the suffocating pressure and the constant feeling of being watched. But another

a defeated sigh. “Let’s go take a

broke into a relieved smile.

against the polished floor. With each

we reached the end of the hall and stopped before the imposing mahogany door that marked the entrance to Alex’s office. My stomach lurched, and for a

a hand on the doorknob, his flickering briefly

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a deep breath, forcing myself to appear composed. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I muttered, the words tasting like ash

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familiar interior. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the space in a soft glow. The room was mostly bare, the furniture covered in white dust sheets, but the basic layout of the renovation was

David asked, gesturing towards