Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0011

Hector POV

"Have you heard of their Alpha, Than Sable?"

I finally ask the question I've been dying to ask all day watch her intently, not wanting to take my eyes. off her as her body reacts.

She was fighting her body's natural response, preventing it from going into panic mode under my watchful glare. A twitch at the corner of her mouth breaks through her skilful barrier. There is no mistaking the racing of her heart at the mention of his name.

Even the way the blue ring that surrounds her pupil bleeds out, overpowering her green eye colour...her wolf was shining through.

"No, I can't say I have heard of him. Should I have done?" She responds, her bottom lip now on by her teeth.

She may have refused to tell me the truth, but her heart speaks the truth her lips refuse.

being bitten

Her pregnancy took me by surprise. It is unusual for a female to leave her pack when in the early weeks of pregnancy and put her trust into life as a rogue.

with the lack of access to medical facilities, can

such a bold desperate move until at least the baby

just

chased her throughout the night. She was determined not to be caught and her forwardness in wanting to join my pack confirmed this for

for her whic

losing his mind looking

of every pack. In fact, I imagine I'm the only pack he hasn't demanded to enter to search for her. If those packs have any wits about them, and I know a lot of them

will hopefully bide me some more time as he'll believe she is at one of

hadn't factored in that she may have been with child but nevertheless this was working out perfectly,

thing. What a bloody fool he is to sleep with her and then to let her escape through his fingers. Yet she doesn't hold his mark on her neck, he hasn't claimed her. Which means he was keeping her at arm's length. Using 1/2 +23

Chapter 0011

away in his pack, waiting for an opportune

something happened to Alora, was

for this day, to finally pain him as he once

under my roof, within the boundaries of my pack. Now under my control,

of poetry in that I