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.

the cabinets, finally pulling out a bottle that looked promising. After a brief struggle with the stubborn cork, I poured myself a generous glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the light. Sinking back onto the couch, I curled up with the wine and a photo album tucked away on the

from my college days, a wave of emotions washed over me, strong

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

her voice a soothing balm against the storm of emotions brewing within me. “We’ll figure things out after

abruptly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “We are not going anywhere near him. My father would

if he found

Daniel Stone. He’s nothing but a big bully. You found your mate, Amaya. Do you know

is Alex freaking Thorne,” I whispered back, the weight of the name pressing down on

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,

away 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 path leading straight

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, suffocating and

me back to reality. Class was over. Natalia nudged me, her expression a

coming?”

in my throat. “I

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 me alone with the chaos brewing within

really going to let fear dictate my life! Was I going to let this fated bond

wolf responded

But the image of

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 deafening silence of

the tense silence. I snapped my eyes open to see Natalia standing next to me again, a mischievous grin plastered

yelled, a mixture of surprise