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.”

a shard of truth piercing my carefully constructed reality. “It starts with your whole world revolving around him,” he continued, his voice laced

a fresh start. This couldn’t be him. But it

in his eyes. “You mean my children,” he corrected, a sly grin spreading across

–

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? And for what

in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks, that

it’s been putting up with

Chapter 129

from me, pulling a chair from a shadowy corner and plopping down with a sigh. Across the room, Adrian watched with morbid fascination, like a

present. “I think I’ll humor 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. “Because you

jaw clenched so tightly I feared my teeth might shatter. All I could manage was a

leaned back in his 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

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

him. A

moment, his eyes distant, as if lost in a memory. A flicker of something dark crossed his features, a fleeting glimpse of

all gone. Everything he

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 it

way he spoke of his tragedy sent a wave of unease washing over

Ivan continued, his voice regaining its chilling composure, “grew up consumed by hate. It festered within him, a poisonous venom that twisted his thoughts and

forward, his eyes boring into mine. “He took his anger out on everyone around him, lashing out with a cruelty that mirrored the pain he felt inside. This cycle of violence continued until he turned eighteen. That’s when it happened. His wolf, the embodiment of his primal

understanding pierced through and

But the raw power of the wolf was overwhelming. He lost control, his rage