Bonds

Chapter 118

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.

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

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. Memories I couldn’t escape, no matter

insistent drumming of the professor’s voice faded into the background,

balm against the storm of emotions brewing within me. “We’ll figure things out after class.

before I could stop them. “We are not going anywhere near him. My father would have my

he found

Stone. He’s nothing but a big bully. You

of the name pressing

obstacles, but it will work out in the end. It will only work out, though, if you put in

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

biggest enemy. It was a story written for tragedy, doomed before its first chapter. The weight of the

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

you coming?” she asked

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

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

let fear dictate my life! Was I

of Alex’s touch, the way my wolf responded to

But the image of

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

click startled me, breaking the tense silence. I snapped my eyes open to see Natalia standing next to me again, a

mixture

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