Bonds

Chapter 162 

-Alex’s POV- 

The coward was still running, and I was right on his tracks. I could see the print of blood his paws left, and I felt a glimmer of satisfaction. He was badly injured. Daniel Stone had really done a number on him. I doubled my speed while he was still trying to get away, and I attacked. The first thunder sounded just as my body slammed into his, and he went straight onto the ground. I didn’t waste any time before he could recover. It was me and him now, and I was going to make it hurt. 

I went at him again, tearing into his skin and biting hard. He let out a growl of pain just as the first set of raindrops hit my fur. More drops followed until the intensity increased, but I didn’t stop going at him. We were in a large expanse of space as the next thunder sounded. The rain poured down heavily, soaking us both, but I kept going at him with all the anger in me. For everything, for ever touching Amaya, for touching my children. I wasn’t even giving him time to recover; I was beating, clawing, and striking at him, and now all he was doing was trying to get away from me. He crashed to the ground again, and I raised my claws, lightning striking and making them glint as I prepared to deliver the final strike. But then something caught my eyes ibn the distance. 

Amaya. 

Ivan capitalized on my momentary distraction, going at me and slamming into me, then heading straight for her. I roared in fury, pushing myself up despite the pain. The rain continued to pour, the sound of thunder echoing around us as I charged after him. 

He was fast, but I was fueled by rage. My claws dug into the wet ground as I lunged at him, catching his hind leg with my teeth and pulling him back. He yelped in pain, and I didn’t let go, dragging him down and slamming him onto the ground once more. His eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling as he tried to get up, but I didn’t let him. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I tore into his side, feeling the flesh give way under my claws. He howled, his voice mixing with the sound of the storm. I didn’t care about the rain or the mud. All I 

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about was making him pay. Blood mixed with the rain, staining the ground red as I continued my assault. 

Ivan tried to fight back, but his strength was waning. Every attempt he made to strike me was met with a more vicious attack. I bit into his shoulder, tearing through muscle and sinew. He screamed, a sound that was almost human, but I didn’t relent. I dug my claws into his chest, feeling the bones crack under the pressure. 

The rain pounded down harder, the thunder almost deafening, but I was focused on Ivan. I could see the fear in his eyes, the realization that he was going to lose. He tried to scramble away, but I caught him by the scruff of his neck, throwing him down with a force that made the ground shake. 

I stood over him, my breath heavy and ragged. Ivan ready to deliver the final blow. 

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But then he moved, faster than I expected. He lunged me, his teeth sinking into my arm. Pain shot through me, but I didn’t let go. I grabbed him by the throat, squeezing until he released me. He choked, gasping for air, and I threw him aside. 

up at me, his eyes pleading, but there was no mercy left in me. I raised my claws again, 

I could see Amaya in the distance, her eyes wide with fear. Ivan saw her too, and he tried to get up again, crawling towards her. I roared, the sound echoing through the storm, and leapt onto him, pinning him down. He struggled, his body thrashing under me. 

I bit into his neck, feeling the warm rush of blood fill my mouth. Ivan’s body convulsed, his eyes rolling back as he tried to break free. Seeing his wolf struggling, he shifted back into his human form, scrambling backward, gasping for air. I growled at him, ready to strike him down, but Amaya shouted, “Stop. Don’t kill him.” 

My wolf growled in question, and she stepped towards us, her eyes burning with hate as she stared at Ivan, “Death will be a mercy he does not deserve. He needs to suffer for everything he has done.” 

She moved towards him, “It’s over, Ivan. Miranda is dead and you lost.” 

It took me by surprise. I expected to feel something, even a pang of sadness, but I felt nothing, just as I shifted back into my human form. Ivan started laughing hysterically. Amaya and I exchanged a glance before turning back to him. 

“Have you truly lost it? I just told you your sister was dead, and you find it amusing?” Amaya spat. 

Ivan, coughing out blood, his eyes holding a madness that hinted at a loss of sanity, fixated on me. “You think you have won, but you are wrong. You kill me, and I will join my sister in death happily, knowing that,” he spat, “I was the real victor because you will never get what you truly want. You will never be with her. You will never be with your children, and you will…” 

I didn’t let him finish. I moved towards hin in two steps, slashing his throat, silencing his words. His eyes widened in shock, his body freezing as the impact hit him. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes still fixed on Amaya, even in death, that dark gleam in his eyes remained and it was almost satisfying. 

Amaya stared at him, then shook her head before letting out a sigh, turning away from his body. I went to her, wrapping my hands around her, stroking her hair, whispering, “It’s over.” 

The words left my mouth, and it seemed like the universe heard it and decided to counter. As if on cue, the rain intensified, its drumming on the ground growing louder. Suddenly, the shrill wail of sirens pierced the air, and a helicopter hovered above us, its rotor blades churning the sky. I pulled away from Amaya, confusion and alarm washing over me. 

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Black vans screeched to a halt in front of us, their doors sliding open to reveal men in black suits pouring out. One stepped forward, his face stern, a badge glinting in the dim light. “Alex Thorne, you are under arrest for the mass murder of over a thousand people.” 

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