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

status...it's as if she were an omega. No sign of a pack luna living here at all, no sign of

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

space.

the room gives no sense of identity, it could be a hotel room for

masses.

it, but easily cleaned to house pack members after the death of the previous

as

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bed with her? How often did

her hair to

being with another woman,

long did she

year, then she moved here. I

the corner of the bedroom, is a white single door

I can't help myself.

the cream carpet, my hand held out before I realise

foolishly hoping that this was all wrong, that

on

some dark sordid weapon preparing to attack

1. it.

contrast to the beautiful whiteness of the well kept wedding dress simply hanging in the

as if expecting it

betrayal of perhaps our love not being

to pick up the pieces, forcing him to move on without

expect to survive, to come

him for seeking another

throat dry and

don't know, nobody

"Does..."

for