Bonds

Chapter 155

-Maya’s POV-

I was so tired of this. Tired of the fear, the uncertainty, the constant looking over my shoulder. I wanted to scream disappear. But I couldn’t. Not with the twins, not with everything that was happening.

to break something, to just

Ivan. That name was like poison in my ears. I wanted to wipe him off the face of the earth. I wanted to watch him suffer, to feel the same pain he inflicted on others. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, eager to unleash her fury. But I had to hold her back. Losing control wasn’t an option. Not now.

Riley’s voice broke through my thoughts. “We still haven’t come up with anything tangible,” she said, her voice laced with frustration.

I turned to face her, my gaze meeting hers. Natalia was running a hand through her hair, her face etched with worry.

“Well, right now, I don’t know why he’s going after Nate,” Natalia said, her voice low. “Why not just stick to Damon? Why involve an innocent kid?”

I felt a cold rage building inside me. How could anyone be so heartless? How could someone target a child?

“He wants to watch us suffer,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “He wants to break us.”

Everyone looked at me, their faces a mixture of shock and fear.

“He wants to see two generations wiped out,” I continued, my voice steady now. “Damon was responsible for his parents‘ death. Ivan witnessed it. This is his revenge.”

Sarah, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. “Two generations?” Her voice was small.

I nodded. “He wants to scar Nate for life, just like he was scarred. He is a monster and I was just too blind to see it.”

I couldn’t believe I was saying these things out loud. It felt like I was living in a nightmare.

Natalia reached out and took my hand. “This isn’t your fault, Amaya,” she whispered softly. “He played us all. We all liked him, trusted him. None of us saw this coming.”

smile, but it felt forced. “I know,” I managed to say.

on the phone, his

found a

over me. How could we possibly defeat someone who seemed to know our every move? I looked at the others, their faces mirroring my own fear and uncertainty. We were in over our heads, and I didn’t know if we were going to make it

anger. Ivan was a monster, a cold–blooded killer who had no regard for human life. The thought of Nate in his hands made my blood run cold. I couldn’t let

Riley said, her voice breaking the heavy silence. “A real plan, not just throwing

need to anticipate his next move,” I replied, trying

playing chess, and we’re just pawns,” Natalia added, her voice filled with frustration. “We need to start thinking

with worry. “We need to find a way to hit him where it hurts. Something that will make

filled with doubt.

at them, trying to come up with a plan. My mind was blank. I felt like I was drowning, and there was no lifeguard

gone. There is no way in hell we are letting him near Nate. He is a mafia lord. He is

men. It’s not his fight and he has his own to focus on.

a sigh, “Well there goes that option down the drain.”

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Chapter 155

to think clearly, to focus. But the fear was overwhelming. I could feel

raising my kids, enjoying my family. I looked at my friends, my makeshift family. They were all I had

from the cold but from something else, something primal. And then I felt him. His presence as strong as a tempest. It was like a physical force, pushing

process it, I heard his voice, deep, resonant, and filled with a power I’d never heard before. “We give

at him without thinking, my arms wrapping around him tightly. He was here. He was real. And he was safe. Relief washed over me in waves, so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet. My wolf let out a low growl, a sound of contentment that reverberated through me which meant

held me for a moment, his arms as strong as steel, yet gentle as a summer breeze. “Silver,” he whispered, his breath warm against

about anything

on me. I looked at the others, their faces a mixture of shock and relief. Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at us, a mischievous glint in

playing games,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes, usually soft and playful, were

swept the room, landing on each of us. “We give him what he

Riley