Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

-Maya’s POV-

Sarah waltzed away, leaving me staring after her with a mind blown wide open. Her revelation hung heavy in the air, the weight of her secret werewolf id

How had she figured it out?

Did

my wolf scent give me away somehow? These questions swirled in my head as I mechanically went through the motions of lunch, barely tasting the foo

By the time I returned to the office, the initial shock had begun to settle, replaced by a cautious curiosity. Ms. Edwards was perched on the edge of my de

Tentatively, I cleared my throat. “Ms. Edwards?”

She finally lifted her head, her gaze sweeping across the office. “Ah, Ms. Stone. Back so soon.” A faint smile played on her lips.

“Yes,” I replied, still trying to gauge her reason for being in my office, “I went for lunch and-”

“These are some pretty impressive designs,” she interrupted, her voice devoid of any form of sternness. There was even a hint of genuine appreciation i

“Thank you,” I managed, a flicker of relief washing over me. She stood up gracefully, her posture radiating an aura of power. “I see you’ve made yourself discuss with you.”

“Of course,” I said, eager to hear what was on her mind.

“Look,” She began, her voice turning serious, “given everything that happened with your father… the company scandal, his arrest, and the negative publ

I braced myself, already anticipating her next words. “I have to admit,” she continued, her gaze unwavering, “there were a lot of voices urging me to let y

I swallowed hard, the truth of her words stinging. She had waved dismissively at it before after saying she wasn’t letting me go after I had explained the s Designs had been a lifeline for me, and the thought of losing it so soon filled me with dread.

She seemed to sense my anxiety, a flicker of something akin to understanding crossing her face. “At the interview, there was a spark in your eyes, a raw

“The point is,” She continued, her voice firming up again, “I took a chance on you, Ms. Stone. But that chance comes with a price. You have to prove you end hotel renovation project – the one I mentioned during your callback-

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is a make–or– break opportunity for you, for me, and frankly, for the entire design team, I extended the time for your submissions because I understood your situation b

I nodded, the weight of her words settling on my shoulders. The excitement I felt earlier about the project was now tempered with a heavy dose of pressu

“There’s no room for mistakes here,” She added, her voice leaving no room for argument. “This client is demanding, and their expectations are sky– high. You’ll be working long hours, facing tight deadlines, and dealing with constant scrutiny. Are you up the challenge?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I am.”

A satisfied smile spread across her face, “Good. That’s by the way. I need you to grab your things. We have a meeting with a very important and new client in an hour.”

Before I could ask any questions about the meeting or where we were headed, she was already striding towards the door.

for

The car ride was a tense silence. We sat on opposite sides of the plush leather seats. Ms. Edwards was a whirlwind of activity, her fingers flying across t

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her sharp gaze met mine through the rearview mirror. “I can feel your eyes on me, Ms. Stone. Do you have a quest

Heat rushed to my cheeks, caught red– handed in my act of silent observation. “I, uh, yes,” I stammered. “I was just wondering where we’re going for this client meeting. Knowing the location m

A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Not a fan of surprises, are you?” she inquired, amusement flickering in her eyes.

“Not particularly,” I admitted with a sigh. The uncertainty of the situation gnawed at me. Having some information beforehand would allow me to feel more in control, prepared for whatever the client

She chuckled softly, a sound that surprised me with its rarity. “Then I guess I can’t tell you just yet,” she teased. “Part of this is seeing how you handle situations you’re not entirely comfortable with.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat, I had a feeling this car ride wouldn’t be revealing any secrets about the client or the project. Just as I resigned myself to silence, she took me c

“Speaking of surprises,” she began, her voice turning serious, “after the news broke about your father’s company… well, let’s just say it caused quite a stir. During that whole mess, I realized who you were, Amaya Stone. I was impressed you hadn’t added that. I like people like you that want to make a name for themselves away from their parent’s shadows. She paused, her gaze holding mine in the

My jaw dropped. This was the last thing I expected her to bring up.

“Yes, Ivan and I…” I stammered, unsure how to respond. She seemed to sense my hesitation, “Forgive me,” she said, a hint of apology in her voice. “Perhaps this is too personal, and it’s none of my business. But I noticed you haven’t taken his last name yet. Is there a reason for that?” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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Her question was unexpected, yet oddly intriguing. I hesitated for a moment, torn between keeping things professional and the strange sense of trust tha

“Well, Ivan and I…” I started, then faltered. How could I explain the complicated web of contracts and papers that led to our marriage?

Ms. Edwards must have sensed my struggle. “Look, Ms. Stone,” she said, her voice softening, “you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable

I appreciated her understanding. Perhaps keeping my personal life separate from work was the safer option. Just as I was about to deflect the question, employee dynamic.

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“It’s not that I don’t want to answer,” I began cautiously. “It’s just… the marriage, it was unexpected. Taking his name, well, it just hasn’t felt right yet.”

I felt a weight lift off my chest as I spoke the words aloud. It was a small confession, but it felt significant in the tense silence of the

car.

Ms. Edwards gave a curt nod, her gaze softening then she went back to her phone After what felt like an eternity, the car jerked to a smooth halt. I jolted

away.

“Looks like we’re here.”

I glanced out the window, my breath hitching in my throat. “Are we going in there?”

She turned towards me, “Yes,” she answered smoothly, picking up her sleek leather briefcase. “We have a meeting with Mr. Alex Thorne.”