Bonds

Chapter 118

-Maya’s POV-

The slam of the front door echoed through the empty house, a punctuation mark to the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. The nerve of them

both

gut.

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Alex waltzing in like he owned the place, and Ivan letting him. I fumed all the way down the sidewalk, my anger a hot coal burning in my

Reaching the house, I practically threw myself through the doorway, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh that could have rivaled a hurricane. My phone, nestled on the coffee table, buzzed once, the tiny notification light blinking accusingly. Figures. Just what I needed – Ivan checking in to see if I was okay. Another sigh escaped my lips, this one tinged with irritation.

They could all go to hell. This was going to be a me–day. A day of escape. Ivy and Nate were safely with Ms. Rodriguez’s for the afternoon at the park, leaving me with a glorious expanse of empty time. No work, no mind–numbing worry about the vanished mark, and definitely no Alex to disrupt my carefully constructed peace.

Today, I was taking back control. Today, I was going to be a woman with needs and desires that extended far beyond the tangled mess that was my relationship with werewolves and supernatural drama. It was a day for self–care, a day to recharge the emotional batteries that had been steadily draining ever since this whole madness started.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I pushed myself off the couch and padded towards the kitchen. Wine. That was what I needed. A nice, deep glass of something red and robust, something that would help me unwind and forget the world outside these walls for a while.

myself a generous glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling

through the worn pages, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I kept flipping through the worn pages, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips as then as my fingers grazed a particular picture from my college days, a wave of emotions washed over me, strong enough to halt my nostalgic journey. It was a photo of Natalia and me, but it wasn’t the image itself that stopped me. It was the rush of memories it triggered.

a recent event. The insistent drumming of the professor’s voice faded into the

her voice a soothing balm against the storm of

the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “We are not going anywhere near

if he

fierce protectiveness. “For the last time,” she hissed, “screw Daniel Stone. He’s nothing but a big bully. You found your mate, Amaya. Do you know how many wolves

the weight of the name pressing down

what, you can’t escape fate. There will be obstacles, but it will work out in the end. It will only work out, though, if you put in some effort to fight for it. I know if I found my mate, it wouldn’t matter

her and towards the professor, his words turning into a meaningless drone. All I could think about was the jolt of electricity that coursed through me the moment Alex touched me in the bathroom stall. My wolf had been a whirlwind of emotions, a primal urge pushing me towards him. But even then, a part of me knew it was a path leading straight

everyone in the world, I just had to be fated to the billionaire alpha who was my father’s biggest enemy. It was a story written for tragedy, doomed before its first chapter. The weight of the situation pressed down on me,

snapping me back to reality. Class was over. Natalia nudged me, her expression a mix of concern and

coming?” she asked

the words catching in my

classroom. The hollow echo of the closing door was the final punctuation

my life! Was I going to let this fated bond turn into a

me, a war between logic and desire. The memory of Alex’s touch, the way my wolf responded to him, was a

But the image of

a way. There had to be a way for us to be with him, even

eyes open to see Natalia standing next to me again, a mischievous grin plastered on her

yelled, a mixture