Bonds

-Maya's POV-

The world around me vanished the moment the guard's words slammed into my ears. A primal growl erupted in my head, a ferocious sound that ripped through the haze of despair and guilt, snapping me back to a terrifying reality. There was no way in hell my father had issued an order to keep me from my children.

Fury surged through me, a white-hot inferno that burned away all reason. Daniel Stone could control a lot of things, manipulate people with his money and power, but he wouldn't touch this. He wouldn't come between me and my babies. No. Just no.

I ripped the car door open with a force that surprised even me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if another yank had ripped it clean off the hinges. My eyes turned to black. My wolf was close, so close to the surface, fueled by a primal urge to protect her pups.

Stepping out of the car, I stalked towards the guard, my eyes blazing. The growl rumbled in my chest, a low, menacing sound that vibrated through the air. He flinched, taking a nervous step backward.

"I'm giving you three seconds to let me pass," I snarled, my voice laced with a deadly calm.

He swallowed before taking a stance, "Alpha gave his orders."

I unleashed the fury that had been simmering within me. With a snarl that ripped from my throat, I let go. My wolf took over, the shift instantaneous and brutal. Claws extended, fangs bared, I lunged for him.

He crumpled to the ground with a surprised yelp, my weight pinning him down. A primal growl vibrated in my throat. I sank my teeth into his arm, the taste of blood metallic in my mouth. He screamed, a high-pitched, terrified sound that echoed in the air.

The world blurred for a moment. Then, a sharp click cut through the chaos. Instinct took over, my wolf's senses on high alert. I whipped my head around, searching for the source of the sound. There, behind me, stood another guard, his hand hovering over a pistol pointed directly at my head.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, fear momentarily replacing the rage. But even fear couldn't suppress the mother wolf protecting her pups. I wouldn't back down. Before the guard could even squeeze the trigger, I was moving again. With a ferocious snarl, I launched myself at him, knocking the gun from his grasp. The sound of it clattering on the ground was lost in the ensuing chaos.

A commotion erupted around me. More wolves surged from the shadows, their eyes glowing a menacing red. They were ready to fight, to protect their territory, their pack. But who was the enemy here?

Confusion clouded my mind. These were my father's wolves, sworn to protect his people. But they were also blocking my path to my children.

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Then, a voice cut through the din, a voice laced with raw power and authority. "Anyone moves an inch and attacks her and you will regret it." It was Ivan, his voice booming across the courtyard.

I felt it then, the alpha aura radiating from him, a tangible force that washed over the assembled wolves. It was powerful, undeniable, a surge of energy that instantly calmed the pack. The merger had elevated him to a position of leadership. He was their alpha too.

The wolves lowered their hackles, their aggressive stance dissipating. A tense silence settled over the scene. Then, our eyes met.

"Go," he said simply, his voice softer now. "They won't stop you."

My wolf didn't need telling twice. It bolted forward, leaving the bewildered guards in its wake. I didn't care about explanations or justifications right now. With a single-minded focus, I sprinted towards the imposing house. Every muscle screamed in protest, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I reached the door to his study and didn't waste a single second. With a primal roar erupting from my throat, I slammed my shoulder into the door. The wood splintered under the force. I didn't even flinch, watching as the door broke into pieces then I shifted back to my human form.

He was on the phone and for a split second, his eyes widened in surprise. Then, recognition dawned.

"You fucking bastard!" I snarled, stalking towards him, closing the distance in a few powerful strides.

He scrambled to his feet, his face a mask of irritation, "Amaya? Have you... have you suddenly lost your mind?"

"No," 1 growled, each word dripping with venom. "It's you who's lost your mind. How dare you give an order to keep me away from my children?"

*I should have known," I continued, my voice laced with bitter sarcasm. "You would never do anything out of the goodness of your heart. Who am I kidding, you don't even have a good heart in you."

He took a step towards me, his voice hardening. "Amaya," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Watch your w r words."

I scoffed. "Or what? Or what, Daniel? You'll throw another tantrum? Tell me you hate me? Tell me I'm a mistake? Or maybe you'll try to suffocate me again?"

I shoved him back, a primal snarl ripping from my throat. "You can do all that," I growled, my voice thick with rage. "But you will never, ever, ever try to come between me and my children. Do you understand?"

For the first time in my life, I saw something flicker in my father's eyes. Fear. Genuine, raw fear, sparked by something I'd said. A small, vindictive part of me took satisfaction in the sight.

We stood there for a tense moment, locked in a silent battle of wills. Neither one of us blinked, the air thick with unspoken threats. Finally, he broke eye contact, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He took a hesitant step back and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a single word out, another voice cut through the tension. It was my mother's voice, laced with a hint of panic. "Goddess, what happened here? Amaya, where are your clothes?"

The sound of her voice was a jolt back to reality. I looked down, realization washing over me in a hot wave. I had confronted my father stark naked.

I stepped backward, turning away from him to face my mother. "Where are the twins?" I asked, my voice hoarse. Focusing on them was the only way I could push everything else down.

"In the garden," she replied, her gaze flitting between me and the shattered door. "I asked a maid to watch them when I heard the commotion." Her eyes narrowed, taking in the chaos of the room. "What happened here?"

My lungs burned with the effort of forcing air into them. Each ragged breath did little to quell the firestorm raging inside me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to tamp down the wolf's primal instincts, forcing myself to focus on the reason I was here.

"Father," I growled, each word laced with barely controlled fury. "He told the guards not to let me enter the compound."

My mother's brow furrowed in confusion. But that confusion quickly morphed into a look of anger, am mirror image of the fury burning in my own eyes. She whirled on my father, her voice tight with barely suppressed rage.

"What is wrong with you, Daniel?"

My father, seemingly unfazed by my mother's outburst, straightened his tie in a display of forced composure. He folded his hands across his chest, a practiced posture of authority that did little to impress me now.

"I was simply trying to protect them."Amaya.. well, she doesn't always think things through. In all this chaos, she could have put them in danger."

He had the audacity to sound reasonable, to act like he was the voice of reason in this situation. Was he kidding me?

"I would put them in danger?" I roared, my voice raw with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You spent the last four years' calling them bastards.

And now, suddenly, you care about their safety? And I, their mother, am the supposed danger? Are you insane?"

My mother sighed, a heavy sound that spoke volumes of her own frustration. She stepped in between us, placing a calming hand on my arm. Her touch did little to quell the storm within me.

"Amaya, Please, go and find some clothes to put on.

I stared at her for a moment, the raw emotion in her eyes momentarily breaking through my rage. She was scared, worried about the situation escalating further. With a deep breath, I forced myself to nod in agreement.

"I'm taking the twins and we're leaving," I announced, my voice hoarse but resolute. "I'll call you later,"

A flicker of sadness crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a small, sad smile.

Turning away from them, I stormed out of the study. I wished the door was still there for me

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"I do not care if you are my father or how much power you have. If you ever come near my children again, I. Will. Kill. You."