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 reach

sign of a pack luna living here at all, no sign of wealth or status. What exactly am missing... Why

dig deep for the courage to push the door open,

space.

room gives no sense of identity, it could be a

masses.

members after the death of the previous

made as

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

stroke her

hits me from the thought of him being with another woman, especially one that looks like

did she

maybe a year, then she moved here. I think she did it on her own

of the bedroom, is a

I can't help myself.

already pacing across the cream carpet, my hand held out before

hoping that this was all wrong, that

on

some dark sordid weapon preparing to attack me, my body powerless

1. it.

existence, a complete contrast to the beautiful whiteness of the well kept wedding dress simply

lace design, as if expecting it

love not being as solid as I once thought it was. For

him to pick up the

didn't expect to survive,

really blame him for seeking

my throat dry and sounding hoarse, my eyes unable to leave the wedding

don't know, nobody

"Does..."

hard for