Bonds

Chapter 114

-Maya’s POV-

My birthday was still a few months away, but if I could have wished on a shooting star right now, I knew exactly what it would be. My father and Alex, crammed together in a tiny car, driving off a cliff straight into the fiery depths of you–know–where.

Okay, maybe that was a bit much. But seriously, the nerve of those twol Here I was, having to call Ms. Rodriguez back yet again to watch the twins while Ivan and I dealt with their latest explosion.

Did this drama ever freaking end?

And to top it all off, Alex had the audacity to stand there, completely unapologetic, like he hadn’t just thrown my father through a wall. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my jerk of a father practically blamed the whole thing on me. Of course he did.

Now, here I was, staring down at a pile of massacred carrots at 1 am in the morning. My wolf was practically clawing its way out of my skin. She was furious, and let’s be honest, so was 1. We both needed to rip something to shreds, but I knew unleashing her wouldn’t exactly be the

best course of action.

With all the chaos, I still hadn’t fully processed the fact that I’d shifted. It felt surreal, like a scene from a movie that had somehow landed smack dab in the middle of my very real life.

“Those carrots would beg for mercy if they could–talk,” a voice said behind me.

I jumped, startled. Ivan stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a hint of amusement. He raised an eyebrow, silently conveying the message with his eyes.

Following his gaze, I looked back down at the chopping board. What had I been doing? Slicing carrots? More like brutally murdering them. Each one was reduced to mangled shreds, a testament to my simmering frustration.

He chuckled softly and walked towards me. “Maybe you should put down the knife for a bit,” he suggested gently. He took the knife from my hand without a struggle and carefully pushed the destroyed carrots aside.

“They’ll never learn to behave, will they?” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

slowly draining away. There wasn’t much point in arguing. He was right

murmured into my hair. “But

had to switch things up and make me feel

you?”

and warm. “Just speaking

my chin up. “ignore what he said,” he muttered

make me

Chapter 114

flickering in his eyes. “I don’t know why you were even chopping vegetables at 1 am, but hey, we have work tomorrow. And unfortunately, I can’t exactly call in sick again. They need me

leaning into him. The exhaustion was hitting me like a ton of bricks. The adrenaline from the whole Alex fiasco had kept

of the kitchen and down the hallway, his hand warm and steady on my lower back. The twins‘ room was quiet, the soft glow of a nightlight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I pecked in for a moment, watching them sleep

whispered, the wonder of motherhood washing over me even in this state of

are,” he agreed.

with the exhaustion. He always knew how to make me feel cherished,

the worst of days.

thick with unspoken thoughts. I sank onto the edge of the bed, kicking off my shoes with

he asked gently, already reaching for the

the effort suddenly feeling monumental. “I can manage,” I mumbled, pulling off my shirt and tossing it

a soft twilight. The exhaustion, finally unburdened of the

get some

welcome embrace against the chill of the night. But sleep, that elusive friend, remained just out of reach. My mind, despite its fatigue, was a whirlwind

harsh word echoing in the quiet of the night. My frustration simmered alongside a

words about me causing the fight stung, even though I knew better. He was a master at deflecting blame, always leaving me feeling like it

the silence, I rolled onto my side, facing

okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced

considered lying, saying yes just to appease him. But the knot of tension in my stomach wouldn’t allow it. “No,” I admitted, my voice barely above a

on my back. The warmth of his touch was a grounding force, pulling