Bonds

Chapter 121

-Maya’s POV-

Have you ever gotten to that point in your life where it feels like everything you built, everything you held dear, just crumbled around you, leaving nothing but a pile of smoking ruins? I shouldn’t have asked because I know the answer. At some point, everyone has felt that way but I didn’t think it would ever get to this point. Except, that’s exactly where I stood, tears blurring my vision as I stared at the wreckage before me.

Except, it wasn’t just the building or the blood on the concrete. It was… well, everything else. It was everything that had imploded in the aftermath of that stupid, impulsive kiss with Alex. I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t know why I did it. Natalia had spelled it out for me an hour ago, calling me a selfish bitch after she told me she didn’t ever want to ever see me again.

Nothing, not a single thing, not the rejection, not when my father told me he hated me, had hurt me more than the moment those words left her lips and she turned her back on me. The worst part? I deserved it. Every ounce of her anger, every bit of her hurt, I had earned it all. And it was all because of him.

Here I stood, lost and confused, with no idea where to even begin to pick up the pieces. Maybe, I thought, I should rewind. Go back to that moment before everything spiraled out of control. Go back to the beginning. Right after the kiss.

In that single, stolen moment, all I could think about was how strangely perfect it felt. Our lips were fused, and it was like his whole being was pouring into mine. I never wanted to let go, to disconnect from that feeling. But then, slowly, the reality of the situation started to seep in, and with a jolt, I pushed him away.

We stared at each other, both panting for breath. “Amaya,” he whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t decipher. “I–”

But I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear whatever excuse or apology he was about to offer. So I did what I do best – I ran. I was a master at running away from my problems, a hypocrite through and through. And that’s exactly what I did. I ran.

That was the beginning of the end.

reaching out to Ivan again, desperate for some kind of reassurance, some validation that maybe I wasn’t the horrible person I felt like. But he was still out of reach,

computer screen. I’d made plenty of mistakes in my life, but as I realized then, pushing whoever was behind the blackmail to the back of

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relentless. They were determined to destroy everything – my marriage, my reputation, my life. I naively thought that was the worst it could get.

way worse. It was a video. A video of a

house when the news broke. She was the only one left who I could turn to. I needed her help, needed a plan to stop this blackmailer before they destroyed my

world knew that werewolves

death, every unexplained attack from the past few years, they were all getting pinned on us now. Werewolves were scrambling

Nobody was safe.

pandemonium. For the first time ever, my father actually spoke to me without spitting fire. He even went so far as to assign some wolves from the pack for my protection and let the twins stay at the house with my mother saying it would be safer for

gotten into him but it was something I chose to

still a ghost, unreachable. The worry was eating me alive, making me want to tear my hair out. Alex? Nobody had heard a peep from him until

Thorne: The

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his restaurants, his company headquarters – setting everything on fire, smashing windows, tearing

life. I had to know he was

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into the fire. Natalia begged me not to go, warned me about the dangers of venturing out with crazed humans rampaging through the city. But I didn’t listen.

take off and decided to come after me. He was still my best friend afterall. The next thing I knew, I was pushing through a throng of bodies, the air thick with tension and smoke,

rang out, sharp and sudden. It hit him. Nate. The bullet tore through him, and he