Bonds

Chapter 133

-Maya’s POV-

The metallic click of the gun cocking echoed in the cavernous room, sharp and final. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping my lips. Miranda raised the weapon, aiming it directly at my heart. Her face, devoid of any warmth, held a cruel

amusement.

For a terrifying moment, I braced myself for the impact, my mind flashing with images of my children, their faces etched forever in my memory. Then, just as abruptly as she raised it, the gun was lowered. Confusion flooded my system.

“Ivan got to play with you?” Her voice was flat, devoid of any inflection. She took a slow step closer, the smirk on her face widening. “Why can’t I have some fun before you die?”

The gun was tossed carelessly onto a nearby table, the clatter a jarring sound in the tense silence. She continued her approach, circling me like a predator stalking its prey.

My mind raced, desperately searching for an opening. Pleading wouldn’t work, that much was clear. Anger, a simmering ember within me, flared briefly. “I don’t understand,” I spat, my voice hoarse. “What have I ever done to you?”

A snort escaped her lips. She stopped directly in front of me, her gaze raking over me with a disdain that was almost palpable. “What you’ve done?” She threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. “I could never figure out what he saw in you. What they all saw in you. You’re just so…plain.”

The insult washed over me. It was irrelevant, petty even in the face of my impending doom. But somewhere deep within,a flicker of defiance sparked. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. Instead, I focused on the only thing that mattered: my children.

“Miranda, please,” I pleaded, my voice trembling but firm. “I’ll do anything just let my children go. They haven’t done anything wrong.”

My words fell on deaf ears. She rolled her eyes, a theatrical gesture that only served to heighten my desperation. “Don’t you dare play the victim card with me, Amaya.” Her voice took on a sharp edge. “And stop pretending you’re some innocent bystander in all this.”

“If none of this had happened,” she continued, her words dripping with venom, ” If Ivan was truly a good guy that had fallen for you, was this how you would have continuously stabbed him in the back by sneaking around with Alex who is or was my fiancé?”

Her words stung, a kernel of truth lodged within the harsh accusations. Silence filled the room, a heavy weight pressing down on us. Her laughter echoed off the stone walls, “That’s what I thought.”

My gaze darted around the room, searching for an escape, anything.

can reason with me? That I’ll suddenly see the light and become some kind of hero? Don’t be ridiculous” She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my cheek. “We both

had her own agenda, her own reasons for wanting revenge. A sliver of hope pierced through the despair. If I could appeal to that, maybe there

out.

glance at the ropes that bound me, the coarse fibers digging into my wrists. They were thick, impossible to break with my bare hands. But maybe if I could keep her talking

was risky, reckless even, but it was the only shot I had. If I could just rub the ropes against the rough edges, maybe, just maybe, I could fray them enough to break free.

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“Maybe I wasn’t the perfect picture of a loyal mate. But none of that justifies what Ivan is doing. He’s playing a twisted game, using all of us as pawns for his own

to be done. Alex’s father destroyed our life, took everything from us. He deserves to suffer and

my voice a little further. “Are you content to be his pawn in this game? To watch him destroy lives, innocent lives,

of doubt crossing her features. I pushed on, gambling on the possibility that this woman, beneath the hardened exterior, wasn’t completely

of urgency. “Once Alex is gone, once his pack is broken, what happens then? Does Ivan stop? Does he suddenly find peace? Or does he move

relentless rasp of the frayed

sharp and laced with a dangerous edge. “Shut

The moment of truth. With a surge of adrenaline, I redoubled my efforts, frantically rubbing the ropes against the metal chair. The fibers were starting to give way, fraying at the edges. Just a little more, I

the gun from the table. A cruel smile twisted her lips.“You aren’t even worth the

my memory with horrifying clarity. The glint of metal in the dim light, the cold terror gripping my

second, time stretched into an eternity. The first bullet left the chamber, a tiny puff of smoke marking its path, My

flash of black fur materialized between me and the bullet. My eyes widened in disbelief as the bullet pierced its thick fur, and in an instant, the black fur rippled and dissolved, revealing a human form crashing to the floor.

over to his

pointed at my head. “Don’t move!” she yelled, her voice trembling with a mix of fury

the threat to her mate, roared to life.

ground. The gun clattered away, skidding across the cold stone floor. Adrenaline coursed through me, granting me a superhuman strength I had never experienced before. With a single, powerful punch, I landed a blow square on her jaw, sending her head snapping back

me, a sweet wave washing over the terror and desperation that had gripped me moments before. But it was short–lived. My gaze darted to Alex, sprawled on the cold floor,

His breathing was shallow, raspy gasps that tore at my heart. A strained smile flickered on his lips