Bonds

Chapter 97

-Maya’s POV-

Everything felt different after that moment with Ivan. I meant what I’d said. When he first confessed his feelings, I never imagined we’d be here. Sure, my father had arranged the whole thing, a marriage of convenience, but somewhere along the way, feelings lack in. I didn’t want to admit it at first, but after he shared his pain, his past, my heart softened. It wasn’t wide open yet, but it was getting there.

And it wasn’t just my personal life that was blossoming. I was thriving as his PA. Okay, there were certain activities that made me blush in hindsight, especially since they happened right here in his office and thankfully Alex, who I had realized I was finally moving on from, had disappeared. No physical sightings in over two weeks. But the city was abuzz with his wedding to Miranda. And guess what? I didn’t care. I was wrapped up in my own world, happy for the first time in a long time.

The twins were doing great. I still couldn’t believe I let them go to school, thanks to Ivan’s convincing. Part of me hated seeing my babies grow up so fast, but they were thriving in their play class. My friendships with Sarah, Riley, and Natalia had blossomed too. Everything was clicking into place, and then the unexpected happened.

While my

life was finally peaceful, the war between my father and Alex had escalated to a whole new level. Humans had died. Finally, Ivan stepped in. As the mediator between the two, he pushed them to actually talk things through. Not in a private space where they’d probably rip each other’s throats out, but in a neutral zone. That’s where my crazy werewolf gala idea came in. It was meant to be a joke, but van took it seriously. Somehow, he managed to convince both my father and Alex to attend.

I was ecstatic. A gala was something I’d always dreamed of experiencing. That’s why I was currently on a shopping spree with the girls- Sarah, Riley, and Natalia. I’d even invited Riley, werewolf or not, she was welcome in our world for this.

Now, finding a dress that wasn’t ridiculously expensive or completely impractical for a werewolf was proving to be a challenge. We’d hit five stores already, and everything was either too sparkly, too short, or looked like it belonged on a queen. Not exactly the vibe I was going for.

“Ugh,” I groaned, collapsing onto a plush velvet chair in the latest boutique. “This is hopeless. Maybe a gala isn’t such a good idea after all.”

Sarah knelt beside me. “Don’t give up yet. There has to be something in here that works.”

Natalia chimed in, “Maybe we should expand the search. Have you tried the high–end stores downtown?”

Riley added, “And maybe consider something a little less…restrictive? We don’t want you tripping over your dress during the night.”

I sighed. They all had good points. Maybe my dream of a flowing, elegant gown wasn’t exactly practical for a werewolf gala.

my eyes. “High–end stores downtown, and we’re keeping an open mind. No more Cinderella fantasies. We’re

a

a bit defeated but not discouraged. The high–end stores downtown were

I think we have held it in long enough,” Sarah started as we walked, “spill the beans.

giving away the secrets my lips were trying to hold. It had been like this for weeks now. Ever since things had shifted between Ivan and me, the girls had been relentless in their pursuit of

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the…aftermath,

their questions, a voice chimed

help you ladies

see a tall, Impeccably dressed woman with a dazzling smile. Her nametag read ‘Evelyn, and she exuded art aura of quiet confidence that put

Sarah said, stepping forward. “We’re looking for a dress for

exciting!” Evelyn exclaimed, her smile widening, “What kind of gala is

a werewolf themed gala,” I blurted out before I could

something you see every day. But that

all. “Do you have any specific styles in mind?” Evelyn asked,

started, “we were hoping to find something elegant but also practical. You

a good option? They offer the elegance you desire with

considered. Maybe it wasn’t the flowing gown of

genuine smile spread across my face. “Can we see

ladies. I have just the thing

to our curves a little too tightly to flowy, floral numbers that looked more like garden party attire than gala–worthy. Each dress felt like it belonged on someone else, failing to capture the essence of who I

gala” concept had been a bad idea. Maybe there was no

as I was about to throw in the towel and declare defeat, my gaze drifted towards a secluded corner of the store. There, tucked away amongst a sea of jewel tones, hung a dress that seemed to call out to me. It wasn’t

I blurted out, pointing towards the

to follow my finger. Her gaze lingered