Bonds

Chapter 129

-Maya’s POV-

The name hung in the air, a single word echoing in the cavernous room. My mind struggled to grasp the situation, the utter absurdity of it all. This couldn’t be happening. Surely, Ivan was here to rescue me. He wouldn’t be a part of this nightmare.

An eternity seemed to pass before I found my voice again. “Ivan” I croaked, the name barely a whisper on my lips.

He tilted his head, studying me for a moment, a furrow appearing in his brow as if he were deep in thought. Then, he took a step closer, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t think you realize it, Amaya,” he spat, his voice flat and emotionless. “Just how…unlikeable you truly are.”

My mouth gaped open and closed like a landed fish. Words wouldn’t come. He continued, his gaze distant, as if he was looking through me, past me. It was like he couldn’t see me, like I was invisible, a mere inconvenience in his grand design.

The man I’d spent months with, the one who stood by my side, whispered promises of love, marked me was he a stranger all along? As if reading my thoughts, he closed the distance between us. Panic surged through me, but I was frozen, unable to even flinch.

His hands brushed against my skin, sending a jolt through me. This time, the touch felt foreign, cold and calculating. His fingers lingered on the spot where the mark he had given me once resided. A cruel smile played on his lips.

“It’s gone,” he laughed mockingly. “Your wolf returned and cleared it off, she really is a bitch just like you. Speaking of which, you are probably wondering why you can grasp her. There is enough wolfsbane in your system to kill a small pup but don’t worry, it won’t do much damage–yet.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I forced myself to believe this wasn’t real, a twisted hallucination brought on by the trauma. The man I’d trusted with my life, the one who held my heart, couldn’t be turning against me like this. His gaze held nothing but contempt, a stark contrast to the love I’d seen reflected there for so long.

“Ivan,” I managed, my voice trembling. “What is happening? Why are you doing this?”

He threw his head back and laughed, but it was a hollow sound devoid of humor. “Why am I doing this?” He scoffed. “You truly are stupid, Amaya. Naive, emotional, and yes, stupid. Always whining about everything, acting like the world is against you when you’re the cause of all your problems.”

“It starts with your whole world revolving around him,” he continued,

the airport, the one who hugged Ivy and whispered promises of a fresh start. This couldn’t be him. But it was. I’d been so blinded by my own feelings, that I’d failed to see the truth and then the thought of Ivy snapped me out

his eyes. “You mean my children,” he corrected, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I am their father now,

–

to fall into place. That’s why he’d left just before everything went to hell. The expedited paperwork, the unnatural speed of it all it had all been a meticulously planned facade. But how long had he been planning this?

up in my eyes, spilling down my

again,” he mocked. “Do you know how difficult it’s been putting up with

Chapter 129

a chair from a shadowy corner and plopping down with a

you a little,” he drawled, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Tell you why I am doing all of this,” he finished, a mocking lilt in his voice.

so tightly I feared my teeth might shatter. All I could manage was a strangled whimper, the weight of his betrayal

chair, “Since we have some time, let me fill in the blanks in your head. Considering you’ve proven yourself remarkably lacking in the brains department, I think you’ll find

relish the moment, leaning forward with a predatory grin. Then, his attention snapped back to me, his voice taking on a chillingly

everything going for him. A loving family, a beautiful little sister – his world was perfect. He thought nothing bad could ever

memory. A flicker of something dark crossed his

“it was all gone. Everything he held dear, ripped away in a

took a deep breath, the sound ragged and uneven. “All that was left was a terrified little sister and a heart brimming with a hatred so profound

spoke of his tragedy sent a wave of unease washing over

hate. It festered within him, a poisonous venom that twisted his

mirrored the pain he felt inside. This cycle of violence continued until he turned

pierced through and the dread kept building

admitted, a hint of awe creeping into his voice. “Exhilarating, even. But the raw power of the wolf was overwhelming. He lost control, his rage