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

Chapter 0029

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Alora POV

Freya tries to turn back a couple of times but each time she is pinned on the spot by my determined stare.

Now wasn't the time for hesitation.

She leads me through the heart of the pack. Taking great care to avoid us being seen.

We keep to the side muddy tracks, keeping off the main path and cutting across gardens, hiding behind trees when pack members walk past.

My stomach hurts from trying to keep up, she's fast and I'm now realising I have a long way to go before I can defend this pack as the Luna.

Freya has to help me climb over a garden fence, pushing me up where the old me would have jump over it

in no time.

Before I know it I am entering a house that is built like any other pack member house. Generic...build from a similar design, built quickly to accommodate a growing pack. Helping to keep up with high birth rate years, yet low deaths.

Walking through the hallway, I notice immediately that the house has a lack of character. No personal items, no decor...not even a photograph.

Nothing to give away the person's identity.

Freya takes me upstairs first, not giving me the downstairs tour. Although, I could see the kitchen from the hallway... the house is small and compact.

It wasn't anywhere near the size of the alpha home. None of the pack houses were.

Walking upstairs, I suddenly feel intrusive, but Freya wouldn't have brought me upstairs for no reason at all.

"This was Kaia's house." She looks down at me from behind as she continues up the stairs, holding on to

the banister.

to the left as we

here at all, no sign of wealth or status.

in my throat I dig deep for the courage to push the door open,

space.

the room gives no sense of identity, it could be

masses.

but easily cleaned to house pack members after the death of the previous occupant. A

the double bed, neatly made as if the person had a lot

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in this bed with her? How often did they have sex? Rolling around in the sheets,

her hair to sleep afterwards like

him being with another woman, especially one

long did she

here. I think she did

bedroom, is a

I can't help myself.

cream carpet, my hand held out before I realise

wardrobe, foolishly hoping that this was all wrong, that Freya somehow had

girl's dream on my part

hangs there. Like some dark sordid weapon preparing to attack me, my body powerless to

1. it.

whiteness

touch the intricate lace design, as if expecting it to turn to

of perhaps our love not being as solid as I once thought it was. For him

leave him first. Leaving him to pick up the pieces, forcing him to

to survive,

really blame him for

dry and sounding hoarse, my eyes unable to leave the

know,

"Does..."

is hard for me to