Bonds

Chapter 92

-Maya’s POV-

We stared at each other, the air thick with a silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were now focused entirely on the mark that marred my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if searching for the right words.

“Amaya,” he finally managed, “…” The sentence trailed off unfinished, hanging heavy in

the air.

My own hand instinctively reached up to touch the mark, my fingers traced the mark. The memory of Alex’s mark, once vibrant in the same spot, flickered in my mind. It had faded over the years, mirroring the weakening of the bond after his rejection. Now, Ivan’s mark sat boldly on top, a new claim etched onto my skin.

“You marked me,” I whispered, the words catching slightly in my throat.

The silence returned, heavy and oppressive. He ran a hand through his hair, “I didn’t…” he started, but I cut him off.

A grin, genuine and unexpected, split my face open. “You marked me,” I repeated, this time with a hint of amusement dancing in my voice.

His brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re not… angry?” he stammered, clearly surprised by my reaction.

I shook my head slowly, letting my hand linger on the mark once more. “No,” I smiled, a blush creeping up my cheeks that I couldn’t quite control. “Actually,” I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I’ve wanted you to do this for a while now. I wanted you to claim me.”

He held my gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher the truth behind my words. Then, a smile, slow and hesitant at first, spread across his face.

In a swift movement, he pulled me towards him, his arms wrapping tightly around my body. I melted into his embrace, the warmth of his touch a welcome comfort. He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged and uneven.

“Thank you,” he murmured into my ear, his voice thick with emotion. Those were the last coherent words I heard before sleep claimed me, pulling me into a world of dreams where worries and anxieties melted away.

and a wave of disappointment

bathroom.

mirror, I took stock of myself. My reflection showed me messy hair, tangled from sleep, and bright eyes that sparkled with a newfound happiness. But the first thing I noticed was the mark on my shoulder. The raw edges were starting to soften, the black ink

have to come to terms with it first. She had been eerily quiet. It wasn’t a surprise – I knew she wouldn’t agree with Ivan marking me. She was still attuned to Alex, forever marked by his rejection. But I

burgeoning hope for the future. Ivan, with his kindness and

about ways to remove the mark already?” His voice startled me, cutting through the silence of the bathroom. There

Chapter 92

sneaking up on me, but the playful banter died on my lips. He stood there, casually leaning against the doorway, his eyes fixed

whispered, my voice surprisingly steady. “Just admiring how beautiful it’ll look when it’s fully

slow and deliberate. He stopped just a hair’s breadth away, his eyes searching mine. Then, with a tendemess that took my breath away, he reached out and wrapped his hand around

“You Wer

the question

back slightly, a flicker of apology crossing his face. “I’m sorry. Something

everything okay?” I couldn’t help but ask, a sliver of worry

For now, at least.” He didn’t elaborate, and I knew better than to

“What

didn’t answer right

silent conversation taking place between him and the symbol

to me, to the pack, to this war even if you have somehow been the center of it, now

his gaze head–on. “But I also know I don’t want to be anywhere else.” The words tumbled out, honest and raw, a confession of my growing feelings for

eyes searching mine as if looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, a slow smile spread across his face. It

don’t want you anywhere else either,” Then, he cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking my cheekbones. “But I won’t lie to you, Amaya. Things are going to get worse before they get better. The war with Alex, it’s escalating. Your

figure it out,” I leaned into his touch.

lips brushing hesitantly against mine. The kiss was slow, tender, a promise whispered on the skin. I felt him harden as

down my skin. His hands found their way to my hips and I moaned as he pressed himself into me. I could feel his hardness against my ass and my

his tongue up my thigh from behind. His fingers brushed my fold and I let out a moan closing my eyes and my head falling backwards. “Open your eyes, watch yourself in the

haze.