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.

wasn’t much point in arguing. He was right and also, chopping vegetables wasn’t exactly the most therapeutic activity at this

welcome comfort. “Your father is an ass,” he murmured into

just had to switch things up and make me feel like a

you?”

sound rich and warm.

said,” he muttered softly. “It’s not worth your

disarm me, how to make me see

Chapter 114

by surprise. “We should probably get you to bed,” Ivan said, concern flickering in his eyes. “I don’t know why

you’re right,” I mumbled, leaning into him. The exhaustion was hitting me like a ton of bricks. The adrenaline from the whole Alex

led me out 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 peacefully, their little chests

I whispered, the wonder of motherhood washing over me even

kissed my forehead. “They are,” he agreed. “And they wouldn’t be here without

nothing to do with the

the worst of days.

sank onto the edge of the bed,

he asked gently, already reaching for

I mumbled, pulling off

a soft twilight. The exhaustion, finally unburdened of the adrenaline rush, washed over me in waves. My eyelids felt heavy, threatening to shut with every

to get

snuggled deeper into the covers, the warmth a 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

my head on a loop, each harsh word echoing in the quiet of the night. My frustration simmered alongside a dull ache of betrayal. How could he act so callous, so unrepentant after causing

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

vibrate through the silence, I rolled onto my side, facing

okay?” he asked softly, his voice

yes just to appease him. But the knot of tension in my

at first, and then rested it gently on my back. The