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.”

to smile, but it felt forced. “I

on the phone, his face a mask of concentration. He ended the call

of time. Ivan has somehow found a

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

raced, a whirlwind of fear and 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

voice breaking the heavy silence. “A real plan, not just throwing ideas out there.”

racing. “We need to anticipate his next move,” I replied, trying to sound calm and collected. But

we’re just pawns,” Natalia added, her voice

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

her voice filled

mind was blank. I felt

dad?” Natalia suggested. “Alex is still gone. There is no way in hell we are letting

It’s not his fight and he has his own to focus on. He isn’t getting involved again.

let out a sigh, “Well there goes that option down the

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Chapter 155

trying to come up with a plan. I needed to think clearly, to focus. But the fear was overwhelming. I could feel my

happening to us. I was supposed to be living a normal life, raising my kids, enjoying my family. I looked at my friends, my makeshift family. They were all I had left. We were in this together, and we

suddenly. The air seemed to thicken, the world around us holding its breath. A chill ran down my spine, not from the cold but from something else, something primal. And then I felt him. His

voice, deep, resonant, and filled with a power I’d never heard before. “We give him what he

Relief washed over me in waves, so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet.

for a moment, his arms as strong as steel, yet gentle as a summer breeze. “Silver,” he

clung to him, refusing to let go. I didn’t care about anything else. He was here, and that was all

the weight of the situation crashing down 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 her eyes. I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest.

full force. “We’re done playing games,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes, usually soft and

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

“Are you crazy?” Riley