Bonds

Chapter 110

-Alex’s POV-

My father’s voice rasped, pulling me out of the black hole of anger I’d been sinking into. He started talking, his voice weak and shaky, but the words were clear. “The man I sent… the one who brought your mother…” he trailed off, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

“He left her at the study door,” he began, his voice regaining a semblance of its former strength. “She knocked, like she always did, even though everyone knew it was her I’d called for.”

His voice rasped on, each word a shard of ice scraping against my already raw nerves. As the words flowed out of his mouth, I wasn’t just hearing them, I was seeing them. It was like a horrifying movie playing out behind my closed eyelids, a movie I desperately wished I could

shut off.

I pictured her then, my mother, standing outside that imposing metal door, her hand raised in a hesitant knock. She always did things properly, even when dealing with a man who rarely deserved such courtesy. The memory sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over me, a bittersweet mix of love and frustration that threatened to drown me.

His gruff voice sounded from behind the door, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and I could practically see her step cautiously inside, her back straight despite the tremor in her hands. The study, usually a bastion of cold formality, seemed to shrink under the weight of her presence. My father, a tyrant in his own right, sat behind his massive desk, a scowl permanently etched on his face. He didn’t even bother to look up as she entered, his gaze fixed on some document as

if her arrival was an unwelcome interruption.

“You sent for me,” her voice, usually strong and confident, sounded small and fragile in the cavernous room. The air hung heavy, thick with the unspoken tension that had become a constant companion in our household.

After a beat that stretched into an eternity, he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment before flicking back down to the paper. “I’m sending Alex away.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape as if to speak, but no sound emerged. It was as if someone had punched the air from her lungs. “What do you mean you are sending him away?” she finally managed, her voice a mere whisper. “You can’t.”

He slammed the document shut with a finality that made her flinch, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Now, he did look at her, his gaze cold and devoid of any warmth. “I can’t?” he echoed, his voice a low growl.

to tell you what you can or cannot do,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady considering the tremor in her hands. “I am just trying to understand. He is my son,

a fire within him. He rose from his chair, his imposing figure casting a dark shadow over her. The room felt like it was shrinking, the walls closing in as his anger filled the space. “You see, that is the problem,”

animal, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Alex is my legacy,” he continued, his voice rising with each word. “He is to become a

he is

viston. She knew Damon Thorne had a way of twisting

Chapter 110

“Please, Damon,” she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. “Please don’t take him away from me. He is

voice. My father, however, remained unmoved. He steepled his fingers,his gaze fixed on some invisible point on the wall behind her. “It isn’t up

that grated on my nerves even though it was just a pictured memory. It was as if he were discussing the weather, not the future of his own son. My mother, however, wasn’t ready to give up. Tears streamed down her face,

that spoke volumes about his dwindling patience. “This isn’t about the pack council. This is about Alex’s future. He needs to be trained properly,

glint. “Equipped? I’m his mother I’ve raised him for

a sly smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve raised him to be soft. To be naive. He needs discipline, strength. Things you

fight slowly draining out of her. “But he’s just

waved his hand dismissively, a gesture that spoke more than any

tone left no room for argument. It was a cold, final dismissal that sent a wave of fury crashing over me. Here I was, an adult man, yet his words still had the power to wound me, to make

me, Damon? Don’t

frankly, your concerns are…irrelevant. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of

The click of the door opening echoed through the room, punctuating the thick

if jolted awake from a nightmare, she straightened, her voice raspy but firm. “I want a divorce, Damon. I

you anymore.”

around, his eyes narrowing into slits releasing the door knob. “What did you just say?” he

igniting in her own eyes. “You heard me,”

in a volcanic explosion. In a heartbeat, he was on her, his hands wrapping around her throat with a

from me?” he snarled, his

choked out, clawing at