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.

glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the light. Sinking back onto the couch, 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. Memories I

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

the storm of emotions

could stop them. “We are not going anywhere near him. My father would

he found

replaced by a flash of fierce protectiveness. “For the last time,” she hissed, “screw Daniel Stone. He’s nothing but a big bully. You found your mate, Amaya. Do

whispered back, the weight of the name pressing down on me.

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

from 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

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

pierced the fog in my head, its shrill ring snapping me back to reality. Class was over. Natalia nudged

you coming?” she asked

my head, the words catching in my throat. “I

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

Was I going to let this fated bond

of Alex’s touch, the way my wolf

But the image of

us to be with him, even if it meant defying everything I thought I

my eyes open to see Natalia standing next

mixture