Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 121 -Maya's POV-

Have you ever gotten to that point in your life where it feels like everything you built, everything you

held dear, just crumbled around you, leaving nothing but a pile of smoking ruins? I shouldn't have asked because I know the answer. At some point, point. Except, that's exactly where I stood, tears blurring my vision as I stared at the wreckage before me.

Except, it wasn't just the building or the blood on the concrete. It was... well, everything else. It was everything that had imploded in the aftermath o had spelled it out for me an hour ago, calling me a selfish bitch after she told me she didn't ever want to ever see me again.

Nothing, not a single thing, not the rejection, not when my father told me he hated me, had hurt me

more than the moment those words left her lips and she turned her back on me. The worst part? I deserved it. Every ounce of her anger, every bit of her hurt, I had earned it all. And it was all because of him.

Here I stood, lost and confused, with no idea where to even begin to pick up the pieces. Maybe, I thought, I should rewind. Go back to that moment b In that single, stolen moment, all I could think about was how strangely perfect it felt. Our lips were fused, and it was like his whole being was pouring We stared at each other, both panting for breath. "Amaya," he whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn't decipher. "I—”

But I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear whatever excuse or apology he was about to offer. So I did what I do best - I ran. I was a master at running away from my problems, a hypocrite through and through. And that's exactly what I did. I ran.

That was the beginning of the end.

I tried reaching out to Ivan again, desperate for some kind of reassurance, some validation

that maybe I wasn't the horrible person I felt like. But he was still out of reach, his phone going straight to voicemail.

Two days later, the first blow landed. Pictures. Pictures of me and Alex, locked in that damning kiss, plastered all over my computer screen. I'd made

The threats only escalated from there. This person, whoever they were, was relentless. They were determined to destroy everything - my marriage, my reputation, my life. I naively thought that was the worst it could get. But oh, how wrong I was.

One week later, the world went into a frenzy. The news broke, splattered across every screen and headline imaginable. It wasn't about me, thank GodContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I was at Natalia's house when the news broke. She was the only one left who I could turn to. I needed her help, needed a plan to stop this blackmailer The entire goddamn world knew that werewolves existed.

The world went nuts after that. Humans started hunting us down like monsters in the night, calling us all sorts of names. Riots erupted everywhere. Ev unsolved death, every unexplained attack from the past few years, they were all getting pinned on us now. Werewolves were scrambling to disappear,

Nobody was safe.

The fear in

the humans was like a rabid dog, driving them to do crazy things. Buildings were burning, shops getting looted. It was complete and utter pandemoniu pack for my protection and let the twins stay at the house with my mother saying it would be safer for them there.

I didn't understand what had gotten into him but it was something I chose to worry about later.

Ivan was still

a ghost, unreachable. The worry was eating me alive, making me want to tear my hair out. Alex? Nobody had heard a peep from him until the biggest bomb of all hit the media. It spread like wildfire - faster than anything I'd ever seen. Every headline screamed the same thing:

Alex Thorne: The Billionaire Werewolf.

It wasn't even a full day before the riots started. People were swarming his hotels, his restaurants, his company headquarters - setting everything on fire, smashing windows, tearing it all down.

And then, like a fool, I went and made the biggest mistake of my entire life. I had to know he was okay. My wolf surged with adrenaline, and just like Chapter 121

always, I ran straight into the fire. Natalia begged

me not to go, warned me about the dangers of venturing out with crazed humans rampaging through the city. But I didn't listen. I just bolted, straight What I didn't know was that Nate had followed me. He must have seen me take off and decided to come after me. He was still my best friend afterall. thing I knew, I was pushing through a throng of bodies, the air thick with tension and smoke, when someone attacked me from behind.

Nate. He reacted instinctively, shoving me aside and shifting right there to protect me. A gunshot rang out, sharp and sudden. It hit him. Nate. The bul I'd never forget the look of pure terror in Natalia's eyes when she arrived at that exact moment just as Nate's body hit the ground. We both scrambled Tears streamed down my face as the scene replayed on a loop in my head. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?" she screamed, her voice raw

"Natalia, |-

"Shut up! Shut up, Amaya! Just shut the hell up!" Her voice broke, her words a torrent of pain. "Are you happy? You just couldn't leave Alex alone, an here. He came after you because of you, and now he's dying!"

I looked down at Nate, his lifeblood

staining the concrete. My own tears mixed with hers, blurring my vision. He coughed, a spray of blood

crupting from his mouth. Natalia

cradled him in her arms, her own tears flowing freely. "Shh, it's okay,” she whispered, her voice thick with love. "Everything's going to be fine. Hold on for me."

I sat there on the ground, numb, watching as a car rushed them away. My body felt like lead, my mind a tangled mess. Natalia's voice, laced with vend silent street. She was going off on everything I'd done wrong, everything that led to this moment. But all I could do was cry, a choked sob escaping my

Just before the car disappeared, she stood before me, her eyes red-

rimmed and filled with pain so intense it took my breath away. “You are a selfish bitch, Amaya,” she

spat, her voice trembling. "And I never want to see you again."

Her words hung in the air, a heavy weight settling on my chest. The world spun, the accusations swirling around me like a dark storm.

I was alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

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