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.

I poured myself a generous glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the light. Sinking

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

drumming of the professor’s voice faded into the background, replaced by

fine,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm against the storm of emotions brewing within me. “We’ll figure

them. “We are not going anywhere

if he found

carefree demeanor replaced by a flash of fierce protectiveness. “For the last time,” she hissed, “screw Daniel Stone. He’s

the name pressing down on me.

her voice firm. “No matter 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 if it was going to be a Romeo and Juliet reenactment, I would fight tooth and nail to be with

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

father’s biggest enemy. It was

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

you coming?” she asked

words catching in my throat. “I need some time

moment, her gaze unwavering. Then, with a silent nod, she gathered her things and left the classroom. The hollow echo of the closing door was the final punctuation mark on the scene, leaving

at my eyes. Was I really going to let fear dictate my life! Was I going to let this fated

between logic and desire. The memory of Alex’s touch, the way my wolf responded to

But the image of

eyes shut, willing myself to find a solution. There had to be a way. There had to be a way for us to be with him, even if it meant defying everything I thought I knew. But how? In the

standing next to

for?” I yelled, a mixture