Bonds

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

-Alex’s POV-

The concept of a Moon Goddess was a fairy tale to me, nothing more. Sure, the stories spun tales of her weaving destinies, forever binding two souls together. But fate, in my experience, was a cruel mistress. If such a being existed, she wouldn’t have allowed what I’d endured under my father’s iron fist. She wouldn’t have snatched my mother away, leaving a gaping hole in my life.

No, I didn’t believe. Not until the moment the darkness claimed me.

The life drained out of me, replaced by a bone–chilling emptiness that threatened to suck me under. Then, nothing. Just pure, unadulterated blackness. The end, I figured. An eternity of nothingness stretching out before me like a never–ending blank canvas.

But then, light. Blinding, white–hot light that ripped through the suffocating darkness. I couldn’t make out any clear shapes, but a flicker of familiarity washed over me, a feeling like recognition from a dream. Then came the falling, a seemingly endless descent that stretched time thin. Finally, a crushing pressure, a smothering sensation like I was drowning.

With a gasp, I ripped my eyes open. My hands instinctively flew to my chest, the place where the bullet had ripped through flesh and bone. But there was nothing. No pain, no gaping wound, just smooth, unmarked skin.

Healed.

Amaya. She was the first thing I registered, slumped in a corner of the room. Dried tear marks streamed down her dirt–streaked face, her eyebrows furrowed with worry even as she slept.

Then everything came flooding back. Memories, pictures flashing in my head one after another. I remembered calling out to her wolf, trying to connect with her, any way I could. It felt weak, shaky, the connection barely there. Strangely, I didn’t need the wolves from my pack to find her but they had been a welcome distraction from the humans attention on me while I raced forward. And from the looks of it, they were finally getting some payback after weeks of being hunted down.

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The weak connection with her wolf, that faint pull, led me somewhere an abandoned tunnel on the edge of the city. It took me right back to the spot where I shielded Amaya with my body, where I took the bullet for her.

without a doubt, that I would do it all again in a heartbeat. My feet found me moving, drawn out of the room and back into the main living area. A loud crash shattered the uneasy silence, and I whipped around to see Natalia frozen in

are alive?” Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with disbelief and a tremor of something akin

unfolded, when Christian’s voice cut through the tension. “Even death didn’t want you,” he said, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. But when I turned to face him, his eyes held a genuine warmth, a

of Natalia’s outburst. Her steps faltered as she saw me, disbelief widening her eyes until they were almost comically large. She opened her mouth, no doubt to question the

a shift in the air pressure. Her gaze locked onto mine, her entire body trembling

the most words she’d spoken to me in a week. Amaya avoided me like the plague, her conversations primarily directed towards Riley. Riley, whose father was pulling out all the stops

twins. My children that I had no

length of time was when she narrated the horrifying truth: Ivan was the mastermind behind everything. The staged pictures, the systematic dismantling of my company from the inside out, the collaboration with Adrian to expose werewolves, planting Miranda in my life – it all unraveled in a sickening display of his twisted agenda. That darkness I’d felt, the darkness I’d witnessed glimpses of – it was far more extensive than I’d ever imagined. And now, he had my children. As Amaya tearfully confessed, she’d inadvertently given him the upper hand. He was their legal father, a fact that would crumble

had another

the shadows offered the best chance of finding

werewolf alpha that aligned with me within range was now scouring the earth for him, thanks to the official order issued through Christian. The charade was crucial. They needed

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as I poured another glass of whiskey, the

“Trouble in paradise?”

to see a woman walking in. A woman who had been introduced as Sarah. The last member of their friendship group. A werewolf like us. I understood that they wanted to support Amaya. That was the only reason I let

offered her a cursory glance, irritation

Why was she even talking to

by my icy stare, she strode up, grabbed a glass, and poured herself

off when her voice stopped me again. “Have you

words hanging heavy in the air. “What?”

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