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.

of his body was no longer next to me, and a wave

bathroom.

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 losing its initial intensity. It would heal quickly, completely, if my wolf side wasn’t so weak. But even with

it first. She had been eerily quiet. It wasn’t a surprise – I knew she

betrayal was fading, replaced by a burgeoning hope for the future. Ivan, with his kindness and strength, was becoming more than just a welcome distraction. He was

the mark already?” His voice startled me, cutting through the silence of the bathroom. There was a teasing Lit to his tone, but beneath

Chapter 92

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

voice surprisingly steady. “Just admiring how beautiful it’ll look when it’s

with a tendemess that took my breath away, he

“You Wer

I whispered, the

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

couldn’t help but ask, a sliver of worry creeping into

and I knew better than to push. There were things he couldn’t share with me, burdens of the pack

the subject. “What is going

answer

my shoulder, a silent conversation taking place between him and the symbol etched

Amaya. Marking you… it ties you to me, to the pack, to this war even

anywhere else.” The

if looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn’t the usual charming

you, Amaya. Things are going to get worse before they

figure it out,” I

mine. The kiss was slow, tender, a promise

face the mirror, I caught our reflection in it. He stood behind me, his hungry eyes stared back sending shivers 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

legs and then running his tongue up my thigh from behind. His fingers brushed my fold and I let out a moan closing

haze.