Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maia and Alex) novel Chapter 5

Chapter Five

~Maya’s POV~

The voices floated all around me as I stirred back into consciousness. Every bone in my body hurt and I sensed my wolf stirring within, an instinctive response to the chaos around, ready to defend. Swiftly, I pushed her back knowing I needed my human side taking charge in this moment of disarray.

Gentle hands reached out, pulling me from the cloud of confusion. Struggling to stand, I grappled with pain coursing through every bone. Through the fog in my mind, I met Ivan’s concerned gaze.

“Are you okay?” His voice echoed through the haze.

Battling dizziness, I nodded, allowing him to guide me to a nearby chair. “What happened?” I managed to utter.

“An explosion,” Ivan explained, “Someone planted a bomb to stop the wedding.”

“Who would want to stop the wedding?”

My wolf stirred, giving a possible answer to the question but I refused to believe that Alex had anything to do with it.

I had seen it— the look on his face. There was nothing but hate. Alex wouldn’t be interested in stopping me from getting married unless it wasn’t to stop the wedding and this was him showing that he meant the statement against my father,

“Maya, did you just hear me?”

“I’m sorry.. I was just.. Why would someone plant a bomb?”

“That’s not important right now. I think we need to get you to a hospital.”

“No. I’m fine,” Realization dawned on me, glancing around, “My father, my parents, where are they?”

“I saw Daniel and your mother after the explosion,” Ivan reassured me, “He was trying to get her away from harm’s way. They are okay.”

A bitter taste lingered in the air, the realization hitting me hard.

Of course, he didn’t come looking for me.

“I didn’t finish saying my vows. We aren’t married yet,” I uttered, still trying to process everything happening.

A smirk danced on his lips, attempting to inject a sliver of humor into the grim scene. “Wow. If I had known it would take an explosion to get you to admit you want to marry me, then I would have planted the bomb myself.”

Despite the wreckage and the chaos, a laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep within me.

“I should probably go find my parents,” I murmured, acknowledging the unspoken responsibility even though they hadn’t come looking for me. “I guess I will see you later.”

“We will talk about completing the wedding later.”

Nodding, I turned to leave but before I could take another step, he pulled me back, a sudden and unexpected force. Without giving me a chance to prepare, his lips crashed against mine.

A gasp escaped my lips giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer and my hands instinctively went to his hair.

I felt the kiss everywhere– from the strand of my hair to the tip of my toe, yet something felt different.

He doesn’t kiss like Alex, a small voice whispered, snapping me back to reality.

Finally, he pulled away, smiling down at me, “I didn’t want to leave this hall without knowing what those beautiful lips taste like.” A blush rose to my cheeks as he bent down, his lips brushing against my ear, “You taste even better than I imagined.”

With one final smile that I knew without a doubt dropped panties everywhere he went, he turned around, leaving me standing there smiling like a fool.

“Amaya, why are you standing there like you have nothing better to do with your legs?” my father’s voice cut through the post-explosion haze.

Turning, I was met with his unmistakable death glare. “I was just about to come find you.”

“It looked like you were standing there, staring into space like an idiot,” he remarked, his tone as stern as ever.

I sighed, attempting to defend myself, “Father, there was an explosion. Am I not allowed to take a moment to collect my thoughts?”

His eyes narrowed even more, a silent warning. “Are you talking back to me?”

“No, I wasn’t… I was just—”

“I do not have time to waste, child. Where is Ivan?”

“He left, probably to do some damage control after he came to find me when the bomb went off.” I emphasized the last part, hoping to make my point, but of course, he remained unfazed.

“Your mother and I want to leave, and if you choose to stop standing around like an idiot, I would like to get moving,” he declared, his impatience evident.

I hurriedly nodded, not daring to provoke him further. “Yes, Father, let’s go.”