Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maia and Alex) novel 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.

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. It took courage to confront one's past, especially when it was filled with pain.

"And Delores, my mother's sister," he continued, "she sent me into my subconscious where I had to find my wolf again and let go of the pain of my past.”

It made sense. He seemed different, calmer, more centered. He had faced his fears and emerged stronger. I was truly happy for him. But then, a troubling thought occurred to me.

"Do you think there's a possibility that Ivy might be like her? Delores?" I asked, my voice filled with apprehension.

He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "If she is, then we will deal with it when it comes.”

I sighed, leaning into his embrace. I knew he was right. There was no point in worrying about something that might not even be true. For now, I just wanted to be with him. I kissed him deeply, losing myself in the moment.

“Silver,” He let out a sigh and I pushed myself towards him, my hands going for his belt.

“Silver.” He said again but this time it was more like a groan. I knew this wasn’t the time but the entire world would wait. I needed this. I needed him.

"Alex," I whispered as I slid his zipper down.

His eyes met mine, filled with desire, lust, need. I could hardly breathe as I pulled him free from his pants. He looked down at me, his eyes hungry, then lowered his lips to mine. I moaned as his tongue explored my mouth. As he licked and nibbled, I felt his hands slide inside my shirt.

I shivered as his fingers skimmed over my skin, making their way slowly towards my breast. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed my nipple. I arched my back, pressing myself against him.

He broke our kiss as he bent forward and trailed his lips down my neck, lingering for a second on my collarbone. His teeth scraped gently on my skin, sending shivers through me.

He lifted his head, his gaze searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. I nodded, unable to form words.

I reached down and undid the button of my jeans, sliding them off, then took off my shirt, unfastening my bra. As I ran my hands down my torso, his eyes followed my every movement.

His breathing was ragged as I cupped my breasts in my hands, letting my thumbs caress my nipples. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, the feeling too intense to bear.

His hands came up to cup my breasts as he began to knead them gently. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.”

I opened my eyes as he lowered his head to my left nipple, taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across it, drawing out another moan. "And I can't get enough of you." He repeated the same thing with my other nipple, leaving it tingling.

When he released it, I could hardly breathe. I was so sensitive. His lips left a trail on my stomach, following my waistband until he found the hem of my panties.

"Hey," I smiled at him, my voice hoarse from sleep.

He returned the greeting with a bigger smile. "Hey," he replied, handing me the mug. "I figured you could use this."

I took the mug from his hands, the warmth seeping into my cold fingers. The rich aroma of coffee filled my senses, promising a much-needed boost. As I brought the mug to my lips, I took a cautious sip, the bitter taste jolting me awake.

"Why are you bringing me coffee?" I asked, my voice laced with amusement.

He shrugged, his expression turning serious. "I just figured you could use your strength.”

I nodded, taking another sip of coffee. The warmth spread through my body, chasing away the remnants of sleep. As I set the mug down on the nightstand, his expression shifted, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

"I need you to promise me something," he began, his voice filled with a gravity that startled me. "No matter what happens, you stay here with the twins. Can you do that?"

My heart pounded in my chest. The request was a heavy one, a burden I wasn't sure I could bear. "I can't promise you that, Alex," I replied honestly. "If something happens, if things go downhill, I can't promise I won't come after you. You already know that."

He gave me a sad smile, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. "I already figured that one out. I'm really sorry about this, Silver."

A chill ran down my spine as his words sunk in. I stared at him, my mind racing. Something was off, a sense of unease growing within me.

"Alex, what are,” I began, my voice trembling slightly.

Before I could finish my sentence, the world began to spin. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my vision blurred. I tried to reach out to him, but my arms felt like lead.

"I can't risk you coming after me. I need you to be safe."

He moved closer, his hand gently brushing against my cheek. "I'll be back, Silver. I promise.”

As his face blurred into an indistinguishable mass, I realized with a growing horror that the coffee was drugged. My body felt heavy, and my eyelids were drooping uncontrollably. I was losing consciousness, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The last thing I saw was Alex walking towards the door, his silhouette a haunting image as darkness consumed me.