Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maia and Alex) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156
-Ivan’s POV- 
There were many sides to a story, and I was sure by now I’d been painted as the villain. But in my defense, well I really didn’t care to make a plea or defend myself, I had my life, my childhood ripped away from me, and every single person by extension would suffer and feel the pain I felt. Along the line, I’d admit I might have gone a little out of line. Using Amaya like that was a cruel thing to do, but I would’ve felt guilty if I had a single ounce of care left in me. 

I could’ve been a normal child, had a normal life, but that had been ripped away from me. They called me a monster, but I was the monster Damon Thorne created, and once I was done with them, they’d all rue the day they chose to exist. A satisfactory smile curved my lips as I took a drink from my glass. Just as the door opened, and the only person who mattered to me stepped inside. 

Miranda leveled me with a glare, “What could you possibly be smiling about? You should have killed Damon. We will finally have our revenge, and 

we can all move on.” 

“Move on?” My eyebrow rose. “Move on while they all walk free? You’re failing to see the bigger picture here, sister.” 

“And what is the bigger picture here, brother, because you didn’t have to spend that much time with Amaya, and even though you deny it, I see it. It upsets you that she chose him over and over again, and from the start, she never wanted you, and then we had the children, but you are keen on playing this twisted game, and I’m tired of it,” she snapped, and my eyes instantly flashed with black. She took a step back, swallowing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to use that tone.” 

I took in a deep breath. I had so much darkness, so much hate in me that even I found it hard to control, and Miranda had been on the receiving end of it once, and as much as I tried to control it around her, sometimes she pissed me the hell off. I stood to my feet, taking the glass with me, “Need I remind you of how many times you have failed me? First, I asked you to keep Alex in check, you failed to do that, forcing me to cower before him, ridiculing myself when I went to ask him to help my company.” 

She looked away, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” 

“I’m still speaking,” I said, and her mouth instantly clamped shut. “Then I told you to kill Amaya, and last time I checked she is walking and breathing. Then I gave you a task to kill Alex, and make sure he actually dies, and is he dead?” 

She looked at her fingers, “No.” 

“So,” I took a step towards her, and she backed away even more, “don’t stand here and question me, and don’t get on my nerves. Understood?” 

She nodded, her lips quivering. “I’m sorry.” 

I finished my drink, the ice clinking against the glass. I placed the glass on the table with a decisive thud. “I will tell you one last time. Amaya was nothing but a pawn, your jealousy for her is clouding your thoughts. Stop irritating me with it.” 

A tear slid down her cheeks at that, and with a sigh, I pushed the anger down. I really hated seeing her cry, and I knew in all the years I had become a master at doing it to her so I softened my tone, “Hey, look at me.” 

She raised her head, and more tears slid down. I wiped them again, “I didn’t mean to snap at you. You know how much I hate being questioned. Come here.” 

With that, I wrapped my hands around her, and she buried her face in my chest while I stroked her back, “Go and rest your head, and we will talk when you wake up, okay?” 

She nodded into my chest before pulling away. Without looking at me, she turned on her heels and walked out the door, no doubt to go and cry. I let out a sigh. I really did care for my sister, but I was just so messed up that I lost control sometimes, and she was the only person in the world that I wished my twisted brain didn’t affect. 

“Well, aren’t you winning the brother of the year award,” A voice spoke behind me, and I instantly ground my teeth before turning back to face Adrian. 

“Do not get on my nerves. I keep you around because you are of use to me. I can make you lose your use and your life in seconds,” I growled. 

His eyes flashed with fear, but he quickly masked it, clearing his throat. I poured myself another drink, “Is it all set up?” 

He nodded, then stood a moment longer and I raised my eyes to meet him, “Did you want something else?” 

“Just one question, Ivan. When this is all over. When they are all dead and you have your revenge, what next?” 

A smile finally curved my lips, “Why don’t you focus on what you get at the end of it and let me focus on the aftermath. Now, if that’s all, I need to think.” 

He started a moment longer before turning away and slamming the door behind him. 

I finished my drink, the cold liquid doing little to quench the fire burning inside me. I walked over to the window and looked out at the city. The 

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lights twinkled like distant stars, but they held no allure for me. I was a predator stalking his prey, and the city was my hunting ground. 

Amaya’s smile flashed in my head, and I quickly brushed it off. I meant what I said. She had been nothing but a pawn, and it was good she was a good enough intimate partner. That was all. Spending all that time, pretending to like her and those bratty, annoying children took moments from my life I would never get back, but the fact remained that Miranda was wrong. 

Amaya meant nothing to me. 

The reason I didn’t kill Damon was because I wanted all three generations present, and then they would know what I felt after I had all their blood. 

I thought about Amaya again, about her soft smile and the way she looked at me with those trusting eyes. It was a cruel game I was playing, but necessary. She was a pawn in a much larger game, a pawn I was willing to sacrifice. I felt no remorse, no guilt. 

Only a cold, calculating satisfaction. 

I looked at my phone. The ultimatum would soon expire, and if I didn’t get a response, they would all regret it. And then a notification came in, making my lips curve up in a satisfactory smile as I read the message from Alex: 

“I’m done playing your games. We will be there by seven.” 

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Chapter 157 

-Maya’s POV- 

The decision was made. Nate was no way in hell getting involved. Alex was going, his resolve as solid as steel. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was the safest option. A strange sense of determination had settled over him, a quiet confidence that was both reassuring and unsettling. 

I watched as he gave orders, his voice firm and commanding. It was almost like he’d transformed into a different person, a warrior ready for battle. A part of me was terrified, but another part was filled with an unwavering belief in him. 

Alone in my room, I found solace by the window, my gaze lost in the endless expanse of the sky. A silent prayer to the Moon Goddess filled my thoughts, a desperate plea for guidance and protection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the door creaked open. I knew it was him without turning around. 

His arms wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned back into his warmth. “It’s almost time,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting. 

“I know,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. 

He turned me around, his eyes holding mine. “I wish it didn’t have to come to this,” he sighed, his voice filled with a raw honesty that pierced through me. 

“Ivan started this,” He continued, trying to sound strong. “And I’m going to end his reign over our lives. But for now, I still have a little time before I have to leave, and I want to spend every second of it with you.” 

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as he led me to the bed. There were so many unanswered questions burning in my mind, but for now, I wanted to focus on him. 

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a simple gesture that held a world of tenderness. It was a familiar touch, a comforting ritual from a time when things were simpler. 

“Talk to me, Silver,” he urged, his voice gentle. 

I took a deep breath. “How is a witch your aunt, and how did you manage to get your wolf back?” The question had been burning in my mind. 

He chuckled, a sound that was both amused and bittersweet. “Well, that wasn’t what I expected you to ask,” he said, his eyes twinkling. Then his expression turned serious. “My mother’s father was a werewolf, and her mother was a witch. When they married, they had twin girls.” 

My mind raced, trying to process the information. “One ended up as a witch, and the other, your mother, as a werewolf. You never told me about her. You never talked about any of them,” I said, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and sadness. 

He gave me a small smile. “There isn’t much to tell about my father that isn’t already clear. But I promise, after this, I will tell you all about her. She has a story worth telling, and I was just so scared that I pushed the thought of her away for many years,” he confessed, his voice filled with regret.