Bonds

Chapter 137

-Maya’s POV-

My gut churned, a cold knot of dread forming in the pit of my stomach. Even the most clueless person on the planet would recognize this for what it was: a trap. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, considering Ivan had practically called me an idiot after revealing his betrayal.

Before I could voice my very obvious concerns, Natalia spoke up, her voice laced with fierce protectiveness. “Amaya isn’t going to meet with that monster by herself. There’s no way he’s just planning on handing the twins over. It is an obvious trap.”

Riley chimed in, her voice tight with worry. “I know, that’s why some of the men my father sent to watch over me will tail her. There’s no way we’re letting her go in there alone—”

I cut her off before she could finish, the words tumbling out in a rush. “He’ll know. If anyone comes with me, Ivan will know. He has made it clear that the last thing he is is stupid.”

Natalia’s face hardened. “You can’t possibly be thinking of going by yourself, Amaya. That’s crazy talk. You’d be walking right into a death trap. He already tried to kill you once, remember?”

I let out a shaky breath, frustration warring with desperation. “What do you want me to do? This is the only option I have. Every second they’re with him, the danger escalates. We have to do something, anything.”

“Christian’s trying to track the number the message came from right now,” Riley said, offering a sliver of hope. “Maybe if we can find where it was sent from, we can finally pinpoint his location. With Alex’s forces and my father’s men, he wouldn’t be able to escape.”

There was a wave of silence between us that followed her words, then another voice cut in, “He won’t hurt them.”

We all whipped our heads to see Alex walking towards us, his blue eyes turned to ice. Cold and calculating. He looked like the powerful Billionaire Alpha he was not the man from minutes ago, “If Christian manages to track the location, which is a long shot no matter how skilled he is,” He continued, his voice gaining a touch of its usual authority, “Ivan wouldn’t have sent the message knowing it could be traced. He’s not an idiot. And if we corner him, turn him into a caged animal, he’ll have no choice but to lash out. And the twins…” He trailed off, leaving the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.

My breath hitched as Alex delivered the final blow, the words colder and more terrifying than anything Ivan himself could have said. “Amaya has to meet with him.”

Natalia shrieked in unison, their voices echoing my

chilling declaration. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of my racing thoughts. Going alone

was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. “Suicide mission? Alex, are you serious? We can’t just send her in

“There has to be another

way. Ivan wants Amaya to come alone but he knows that she won’t want to. He would be expecting her not to, which is

move to the living room. Christian’s still trying to track the

room, a motley crew united by a common enemy. Sarah stood behind Christian, her eyes glued to his screen and it was obvious from the irritated look on

of everyone present. He took a deep breath, then began to

come alone because he believes it will make her easier to control. He will

of opportunity?” Riley asked.

down,” Alex said, his voice hardening. “If Amaya goes in alone and he realizes it,

a flicker of hope battling with the ever–present fear. “You want to come with me?” I asked, surprised

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believes I’m dead. My presence there will be a complete surprise. While he’s reeling from the shock, I can create a distraction,

washed over me, “What was the purpose of faking your death if you are just going to reveal that you are alive then?” He looked

at his words but I pushes it away. This was most definitely not

was a part of it, remember? Those wolves are fiercely loyal to him. There’s no way you’ll be able to take

“I don’t have to take them all on. I just need to hold them off long enough for Amaya to

through the deception? What if I wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, to get my children to safety? The weight of the responsibility pressed