Bonds

Chapter 89

-Maya POV-

I thought I’d gotten used to surprises with everything that had happened. The unexpected call came while I was drowning myself in job applications. I had made a mistake and damn Alex for putting me in this position. My phone screen flashed with the famift yet unwelcome name – Mom I could count on one hand the number of times she’d called me in my entire life. The only genuine connection we ever shared was that brief moment after my father’s arrest. After that, things snapped back into place – her, a silent shadow by his side and having no

voice of her own. So yeah, when the call came, surprise was an understatement. But what truly shocked me was her request. She wanted to

meet, and not just me – the twins.

Here I was, perched on a dusty bench in the manicured garden of my childhood home, watching Nate and Ivy chase butterflies, their laughter echoing through the otherwise quiet afternoon. My mother sat beside me, a characteristic stillness covering her. Neither of us had spoken since I arrived. I kept waiting for her to break the ice, to explain this bizarre reunion, but the silence stretched on, thick and suffocating,

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I cleared my throat. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she did, “They look happy,” Her gaze fixed on

the twins

I turned my head slightly, watching her watch them. A fleeting sadness flickered across her face, the emotion she mostly wore. I shifted my gaze back to the twins – Nate, covered in dirt after a triumphant roll in a patch of mud, and Ivy, chasing a butterfly with the single–minded determination of a seasoned hunter. A genuine smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “They are happy,” I confirmed, the words soft yet filled

with a fierce protectiveness.

Silence descended once more, heavy and laden. Then, after a moment that felt like an eternity, she spoke again. “They look just like him,” she murmured, the words tinged with a strange mix of hurt.

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger that threatened to bubble up. Saying nothing, I let the air hang heavy between us. Finally, after another agonizing beat of silence, I turned to face her, my voice laced with skepticism. “Why did you call me here? Why did you want me to bring the twins?”

Her gaze flickered away, avoiding mine. A flicker of something akin to fear crossed her features before she forced a smile, weak and unconvincing “I just wanted to spend time with you. Get to know my grandchildren.”

and volatile. “Why? You’ve never cared about me, never cared about them. You went along with

indictment. She flinched under my gaze. A flicker of regret flashed in her eyes, quickly masked by a

you,” I mumbled, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. “I just…” Frustration choked my voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, the sound of the twins‘ laughter a stark

to know why,” I continued, my voice quieter now but no less determined. “Why the sudden change

match and was now chasing a bright blue butterfly with single–minded determination, while Ivy, triumphant, held a crumpled yellow one in her tiny hand. A bittersweet pang shot through my heart. They were so full of life, so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the darkness

the dirt too,” she whispered suddenly, “He’d get

Lala Chalam

Chapter 89

laugh and

makeup couldn’t hide the weariness etched around her eyes, the lines that spoke of unspoken grief and a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams. The woman I’d always seen as a trophy wife, cold and uncaring,

no words, not yet. So I just sat there, watching her, waiting

it. He’d say a future Alpha should always stand tall, never roll around in the mud like a commoner. But Jeremiah never listened. And you know

them, you know,” she continued, “A smile on my face, but a pang of longing in my heart.

wasn’t an uncomfortable vold, but a space filled with unspoken emotions.

to be happy. Your father, yes, he craved power, always had. But he wasn’t a monster, not then. Jeremiah was

escaped her lips, a dry, humorless sound. She brushed a stray tear from her cheek, her eyes filled with a profound sadness. “When he was here, there was so much warmth in this house, so

up in my own eyes, blurring my vision. Her words struck a chord deep within me, a glimpse into a life

his legacy that day. And I lost

heart ached for her, for the woman she was, the woman

Daniel became consumed by vengeance. Blood for blood, that’s all he craved. He nearly started a war

a hand through her hair, a gesture of exhaustion and despair. “His heart turned to ice, Amaya. He couldn’t feel anything anymore, only

was a flicker of happiness in his eyes too. Finally, someone to carry

paused, taking a deep, shuddering

be a girl,” I finished the sentence for