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.”

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

Christian, the unspoken leader of the group. He was on the phone, his face a mask of concentration. He ended the call and shook

of time. Ivan has somehow found a way to be one step ahead of

faces mirroring my own fear and uncertainty. We were in over our

was a monster, a cold–blooded killer who had no regard for human life. The thought of Nate in his hands

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

next move,” I replied, trying to sound calm and collected. But inside, I was a storm of

her voice filled with frustration.

hair, his face etched with worry. “We need to find a way to hit him where it hurts. Something that will make him back

voice 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

is no way in hell we are letting him near Nate. He is a mafia lord. He is like the best we got.”

her head. “He said he has done enough, lost too many men. It’s not his fight and he has

there goes that

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Chapter 155

up with a plan. I needed to think clearly, to focus. But the fear was overwhelming. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to

my friends, my makeshift family. They were all I had left. We were in this together, and we had to find a way out. But how? How do you defeat

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 presence as strong as a tempest. It was like a physical force, pushing

voice, deep, resonant, and filled with a power I’d never heard before.

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

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

go. I didn’t care about anything else. He was here, and

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

his throat, his powerful aura suddenly back in full force. “We’re done playing games,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes, usually soft and playful, were now hard and

room, landing on each of us. “We give him what he wants. My father. And then, we finish

collective gasp escaped our lips. “Are you crazy?” Riley exclaimed, her voice filled with