Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

-Maya’s POV-

The trance he’d somehow woven around me shattered and anger surged through pushing aside whatever bewilderment had kept me rooted to the spot.

I

“You knew? You knew your father killed my brother before I was even born, before I even had a chance to meet him?”

He blinked twice, a flicker of something crossing his features that was gone too quickly for me to decipher. “I didn’t. My father just told me. I would have right through me. “If you knew what my father did to your family, why did you ever agree to mate with me? You should have hated me too.”

“I just found out that I had a brother,” I forced out, my voice trembling slightly. “Even if I had known… I loved you, I would have chosen you

still.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could utter another word. “I don’t want to hear it, Alex. Whatever you have to say, I don’t. I am done with this conversat you need to stop whatever it is you’re planning against my father. People will die.”

“People already died,” he shot back, his voice tight with its own brand of anger. “My wolves died.”

eath, the exhaustion of it all settling in my bones. “Aren’t you tired of this? This endless cycle of drama, violence? Can’t we

I let out a shaky breath, just… stop?”

He didn’t respond, leaving me staring at him in a tense silence. A wave of frustration washed over me. “You know what?” I finally said, shaking my head.

My words hung heavy in the air, the unspoken threat clear. But instead of the contrition I craved, his eyes flared with unexpected anger. “Ivan? That’s all you care about now?” he snapped.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Shouldn’t I?” Lretorted. “He’s my husband, after all,”

His eyes narrowed, the anger seeming to simmer just beneath the surface. He clenched his jaw shut, then seemed to force himself to calm

down.

“I’m leaving.” I announced, turning towards the door. “I’m sure everything is fine with your office renovation.”

As I reached for the doorknob, his hand clamped down on my wrist. A jolt of electricity ran through me at his touch, a confusing mix of anger and someth

“I’m not done talking to you,” he growled, his grip tightening.

I yanked my hand free, my own anger rising to meet his. “Well, I am done talking to you, Alex. The time for talking is over. We could have talked about th

“And I don’t have anything to say to you now.” continued, my voice firm despite the tremor in my heart. “Just leave me the hell alone.” He took a step tow

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“It’s hard to do that,” he said finally, his voice low, “when you come here every day. You’re the one who’s in my existence, Amaya. Maybe you

should be the one to leave.”

His words hit me like a physical blow. Here he was, the one who kept secrets, the one who lied and manipulated, the one whose actions had caused so

A wave of hot fury washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the hurt and confusion. “You know what? I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Screw you, and screw this project. I’m done.”

He gave a humorless scoff. “You still have another two weeks left on your contract.”

“Two weeks?” I scoffed, the anger fueling a reckless defiance. “Like hell I’m staying here for two more weeks. I can find another job, another design firm

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a stubborn set to his jaw. “You’re overreacting,” he said, his voice clipped. “This doesn’t have to

“Professional?” I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. “There’s nothing professional about any of this, Alex. You betrayed me. You didn’t trust me enoug

“I’m not holding you hostage,” he countered, his voice tight. “You’re free to leave. But if you do, you’ll be walking away from a job you haven’t

finished.”

The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken words and a tangled web of emotions. Finally, with a defeated sigh that seemed to escape from the very depths of my soul, I stared right at him. This bac accusations and hurt… I was done. I was tired. Physically, my body ached with exhaustion. Mentally, I felt drained. And emotionally? My heart felt like it h Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m going to Ms. Edward’s office. I’ll ask her to take me off the project. I can’t deal with you anymore, Alex. I am so done with you.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could utter another word. “And when all this is over,” I continued, my voice dropping to a low growl, “you will be dead to me.”

It was a cruel thing to say, I knew that, but in that moment, it was the only way I could protect the fragile pieces of my heart that remained.

My tone was laced with such icy finality that I watched him physically take a step backwards. A flicker of hurt, a physical manifestation of pain, crossed h

I moved towards the door again but he didn’t try to stop me this time. As I walked towards the door, a part of me expected him to call out, to plead, to try and salvage what was left between us. But the s suffocating, a heavy weight that seemed to press down on my chest with each step I took.

Just as I reached for the doorknob, his voice cut through the oppressive silence. It was a quiet voice, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to the

i commanding tone he usually used.

“Do you love him?” he asked, the simple question hanging heavy in the air.

I stopped, my hand hovering over the cool metal of the doorknob. The question caught me off guard, a sharp jab that sent a fresh wave of confusion swi Love Ivan?

The truth was, I didn’t know. After everything that had happened, the whirlwind of emotions I felt towards Ivan was a tangled mess. Gratitude, for the unw

But love?

Real, honest–to–goddess love?

Taking a deep breath, I turned back to face him. We stood there for a moment just staring at each other.

“No,” I whispered, the word escaping my lips. Relief flickered across his face, a fleeting emotion so quickly masked by a steely glint in his eyes that sen

But even as I offered that single word of solace, a rebellious part of me wanted to take it back. Because the truth was, love was a complicated thing. It w on shared experiences and

unwavering loyalty.

“But I will learn to.” I added.

“And when this is over,” I continued, my voice firm despite the tremor in my heart, “I’ll ask him to claim me as his mate.”