Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

-Alex’s POV-

Something inside me shifted the moment the mark vanished. It wasn’t a physical feeling, more like a presence that had always been there, a constant h ache. My wolf went silent. It was an unsettling quiet, a stark contrast to the usual rumble of instincts and desires. It felt like he was trying to understand th seeped into my core. It wasn’t just a lack of warmth, it was a chilling indifference, a detachment from everything around me. It was like a tether, the one t Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

When Ivan’s invitation arrived, proposing a grand gala to negotiate peace, I knew peace was the last thing on my mind. Maybe there was a flicker of dou move, not a calculated decision based on military tactics. It was pure, unadulterated rage, a primal urge to tear everything down, to mirror the destruction

Chaos erupted in an instant. The air crackled with snarls and growls, the polished floor of the hall slick with blood within seconds. I barely registered the

But amidst the carnage, a single image pierced through the fog of violence. Amaya’s wolf. She was running straight into the heart of the battle, a slender figure dwarfed by the larger wolves surrounding her. It was like

I took a strike distracting me from her as she tackled a brown wolf but then I caught sight of the swaying chandelier and then, with a sickening crack, it b beneath the falling debris.

Panic clawed at my throat. I didn’t think, I reacted. With a surge of adrenaline that ignored the throbbing pain in my shoulder, I launched myself forward. the snarling wolves, the stench of blood, the impending rain of glass. My only focus was Amaya, the need to get to her before the chandelier crushed her beneath its weight

I slammed into Daniel’s wolf with a force that sent both of us tumbling backwards. He snarled in surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by the unexpec

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that shot up my leg with each stride. My woll roared, a primal sound that echoed through the desperate plea for her to move.

Just as I reached her, a wave of brown fur slammed into her side, sending her flying. It was a blur, a tangle of fur and teeth, but I recognized the hulking

With a single–minded focus, I slammed into with a single– minded focus, I slammed into the brown wolf with the force of a battering ram. The impact sent him sprawling, his surprised yelp drowned out by the deafening crash of the chandelier above. A million shards of glass rained down around us, some cl embedding themselves with sickening thuds in the flesh of nearby wolves.

Dust swirled in the air, momentarily obscuring the scene. When it settled, I saw Amaya lying motionless beneath the brown wolf, his own body twitching

Pushing myself off the dazed wolf, I scrambled towards her, my heart a frantic drum solo in my chest. Each breath felt like sandpaper scraping against m stain spreading across her stomach forgetting the battle happening all around us, nothing else mattered.

“Amaya,” I whimpered, nudging her gently with my snout. Come on, Silver. Wake up.”

Desperate, I nudged her again, harder this time. Suddenly, a low moan escaped her lips, and her eyelids fluttered open. Reffef washed over me in a tida

“Alex?” Her voice was weak, barely a whisper.

“It’s okay,” I rasped, the words rough with emotion through our psych. “I’m here.”

Carefully, I shifted back into my human form, the transformation a painful process after the exertion of the fight. Ignoring the throbbing ache in every muscle, I knelt beside her, my gaze scanning her injuries.

The bite on her shoulder looked nasty, a deep puncture wound already blooming with a dark purple bruise. Blood trickled down her

shoulder.

“We need to get you out of here.”

I tried to touch her but she backed away and then winced as she tried to push herself up, but she sank back down with a groan. “My leg,” she breathed, her face pale with pain. “I think it’s broken.”

Frustration bubbled up inside me, but I forced it down. There was no time for a tantrum. “Hold on,” I instructed, gently scooping her up in my arms. She was lighter than I expected, worryingly so.

The hall was a scene of utter chaos. Wolves snarled and snapped at each other, oblivious to the destruction around them.The pungent smell of blood hu

Picking my way through the carnage, I dodged flailing limbs and snarling faces. Every step was an agonizing ordeal, my own body screaming in protest

Finally, I reached a doorway at the back of the hall. Pushing through the door, I found myself in a dimly lit corridor, lined with closed doors.

With a grunt of effort, I flung open the first door and peered inside. Relief flooded me as I recognized the familiar white metal cabinet of a first– aid kit hanging on the wall. Placing Amaya gently on a nearby plush armchair, I rushed over to the cabinet and ripped open the door. She should be heal

Inside were bandages, antiseptic wipes, and various pain medications. Grabbing what I needed, I returned to her side.

“What were you thinking, running into the middle of a fight like that?” I snapped, unable to hold back the question any longer.

She winced as I tightened the bandage around her shoulder. “L…” she began, then stopped, biting her lip. Finally, she met my gaze, a flicker of defiance

I narrowed my eyes at her, my jaw clenching tight. Ignoring the sting of her accusation, I growled, “You could have ended up dead. Did you even think ab

Her gaze met mine, her own eyes hardening in defiance. They narrowed to slits, mirroring my own scowl. Her breathing was shallow, each Inhale a ragg seemed to hitch in her throat. For a horrifying moment, I thought she might faint again, but then a change flickered across her lace and I watched her wo

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“You caused it all, Alex, so don’t stand there and act so judgy. In fact, move away. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Thank you for getting me out of that mess, but I need to find my friends.”

With a determined glint in her eyes, she pushed herself out of the plush armchair, ignoring the obvious pain in her leg. As she rose, my eyes

caught it.

The mark. A faint, intricate tattoo etched onto her flesh. It was positioned in the exact same spot where my own mark had resided before it. vanished, a swirling symbol that seemed to pulse with an internal energy.

My wolf erupted in a ferocious snarl within my head. Instinct took over, propelling me forward before I could even think, I grabbed her hand with a vice– like grip, the bones in her wrist protesting under my hold.

“You are not leaving here until you tell me why you let him mark you!”