Bonds

Epilogue 2

-Alex’s POV-

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I stared out the balcony, taking in the view. It had been an eventful couple of months, and things between Amaya and I had only progressed. Nate was talking more to me, and Ivy–well, she was definitely a force of nature. It even got to the point where I did something I never thought would happen: eating dinner at Daniel’s house. And it didn’t just happen once but every week. So, things were really good.

When Amaya asked if we could take my jet so she could be there for Riley, it turned into a trip with my makeshift family. Christian, Nathan, and I even played golf together once every month. I knew it was rather cliché and weird, but I had come to accept all of them. I knew the circumstances surrounding this wedding were not happy, but I was looking forward to this being a vacation with the woman I loved and my children.

I felt different.

I was happier.

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I had fully gotten my company back, and even the staff felt the change. Just before we left for Italy, I had given Ruth a flower and told her I appreciated everything she did. Who knew that making other people feel better could make me feel like a better person?

I let out a sigh, remembering how Vargas had not taken the news of Amaya dissolving the packs happily, but I had no opposition to it. We all needed a new start, a fresh start away from chaos and power struggles and he eventually came around. I had visited my father’s grave. Thirty–five years of resentment and anger had consumed me. But in the end, forgiveness had been a liberation. It was a heavy burden to carry, and letting it go felt like shedding a physical weight.

I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. We were at the wedding of Axel Vasquez. I knew exactly who he was. In my world, I had to know the most important men, the ones that shouldn’t end up as enemies, and he was one of them. We had done business together only once, and even I knew that he was not someone I would want to have as an enemy. He was human, but he was more deadly than any werewolf I knew. I was eager to get out of here because, while I sympathized with Riley and her sister’s fate ending up with a man like him, I just wanted to spend time with Amaya. Now everything had come crashing down moments ago.

I let out another sigh. Amaya was currently tucking the children in after we had both assured them that we would figure it out. Nate had not left her side, and Ivy kept saying sorry, she didn’t mean to hurt him. We knew. And I heard Delores‘ voice echoing in my head with the thought following: My daughter was actually a witch.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” I turned to see Amaya walking towards me with a teasing glint in her eyes.

I knew she was trying to lighten the mood, and it was going to be hard knowing that we had a witch on our hands. I didn’t even know the first thing about magic.

She finally reached me, wrapping her arms around me like she could hear my thoughts. They are asleep, and she will be fine. We will be fine. We will figure this out.”

I nodded as she pulled away from me. “I know,” I replied, my eyes scanning her. “Did I tell you just how beautiful you look in that dress?” She giggled. “You think I’m beautiful in every dress just before you tear them off me.”

My eyes darkened at that. She shook her head. “You had better not try it.” Then her eyes turned to the view I was overlooking. She stepped away and whispered, “At least with Ivy being a witch, we know our lives will not be boring, and you won’t get tired of it. Plus now we are connected to the mafia. Werewolves. Witches. Mafia. We got the whole package.”

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tired of my life with you,” I said softly.

I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. “I could neve he towering buildings. I held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body

She sighed as she leaned into me, and we both stood there overlooking

against mine. The city lights sparkled below us, creating a serene yet vibrant scene.

“It’s been a crazy few months, I started, breaking the silence. “But having you and the kids in my life makes it all worth it.”

She turned her head slightly to look at me. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”

I nodded, thinking about everything we had been through. The challenges, the dangers, the moments of doubt. But also the joy, the love, and the strength we found in each other. “We have. And we’re stronger for it.”

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Amaya smiled, her eyes reflecting the city lights. “I wouldn’t trade any of it. Not for anything.”

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I kissed her temple, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “Neither would I. You, Nate, Ivy–you’re my family now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you all safe.”

She turned fully to face me, her hands resting on my chest. “Dance with me, mi amor,” she whispered, her voice carrying a soft melody. The nickname had sprung up after I was released from jail and I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing her calling me that. I didn’t argue. I didn’t say there was no music. The rhythm of her heart was a symphony in itself. I pulled her closer, my hands finding a familiar home on her waist. She rested her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. In that moment, the world melted away, leaving only us.

It was a fragile peace, a stolen moment in a life defined by chaos. I was acutely aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows but in this embrace, I found a sanctuary, a place where fear couldn’t penetrate.

“I can’t wait for our wedding,” she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation.

The idea of claiming her, of marking her as mine, had been a consuming desire. But she had insisted on a wedding, a public declaration of our love. And in the end, I had relented. It was a small concession to make for the woman who had stolen my heart.

“Me too, Silver,” I replied, my voice a low rumble. The nickname, a remnant of a time when I had been a different man, held a special significance now. It was a reminder of the journey we had shared, the transformation we had undergone together.

We danced in silence for a long moment, the city lights a distant blur. Her presence was a grounding force, a steady pulse in the chaos of my life. “Are you happy?” she asked, her voice breaking the stillness.

The question caught me off guard, forcing me to confront the truth. I had spent a lifetime chasing power, seeking validation in the eyes of others. But now, as I held Amaya in my arms, I realized that true happiness was something entirely different. It was a quiet contentment, a sense of peace that came from within.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice filled with conviction. “I am happy. Happier than I have ever been. I am complete.”

Her eyes, a stunning shade of green, were filled with a complex array of emotions as she pulled away, staring up at me. Once, color had held little significance for me, but hers had become an exception. In those depths, I saw reflections of our shared journey – the raw intensity of our first meeting, moments from our three years together, the rejection, the pain, the heartache, the loneliness, all leading up to this moment.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper, the words escaping before my mind could catch up. She had transformed my world, injecting it with color and life. I had found a family in her friends and Christian, a connection that transcended blood ties. We had both evolved, overcoming challenges to become stronger, more resilient versions of ourselves. She had changed, becoming a queen in her own world. My queen and even though I had more weaknesses, she would forever be my Silver.

“For what?” Her voice was soft, filled with a vulnerability that touched me deeply.

I knew there was still chaos to come. A lot to deal with with Ivy being a witch but in this moment, I had found my happiness and she was standing right in front of me.

“For everything, Silver,” I replied, my voice steady.

Her eyes glistened, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. “I will love you forever, Alex Thorne.”

“And I will love you always and forever, Silver,” I echoed, my heart pounding in my chest.

I closed the distance between us, sealing our promise with a kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, passion, and a lifetime of shared experiences. As

fireworks exploded in the night sky, mirroring the fireworks within my soul, I knew that this was just the beginning of our forever as the words floated in the air.

Always and Forever, Silver.

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