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.

his body was no longer next to me, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. Pushing the feeling aside as quickly as it came, I

bathroom.

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

nagging thought followed. For us to fully form the bond, I needed to do the same but my wolf would 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

the future. Ivan, with

me, cutting through the silence of the bathroom. There was a teasing Lit to his tone, but beneath it, I sensed a hint

Chapter 92

ready to playfully scold him for sneaking up on me, but the playful banter died on my lips. He stood there, casually leaning

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

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

“You Wer

when I woke up.” I whispered, the question tumbling out before I could stop

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

but ask, a sliver

I knew better than to push. There were things he couldn’t share

changed the subject. “What is going to happen

didn’t answer

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

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

I met his gaze head–on. “But I also know I don’t want to be anywhere else.” The words tumbled out, honest and raw,

mine as if looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn’t the usual charming grin he wore, but a genuine, heartfelt

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

I leaned into

mine. The kiss was slow, tender, a promise whispered on the

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 core tightened at the thought of him taking me

and I let out a moan closing my eyes and my head falling backwards. “Open your eyes, watch yourself in the mirror.” his

haze.