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.

points to the

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

for the courage to push the door open, to pry on her

space.

gives no sense of identity, it could be a hotel room for all I knew. Designed

masses.

members after

bed, neatly made as if the

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How often did they have

he hold her, stroke her

thought of him being with

did

for maybe a year, then she moved here. I

the bedroom, is a white

I can't help myself.

across the cream carpet, my hand held out before I realise what I am

hoping that this was all wrong, that Freya

girl's dream on

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

1. it.

existence, a complete contrast to the beautiful whiteness of the well

if expecting it to turn to dust

of perhaps our love not being as solid as I once thought

did leave him first. Leaving him to pick

to survive, to come

him for seeking another in

is she now?" I gasp out, my throat dry and sounding hoarse, my eyes unable to leave the wedding

know, nobody

"Does..."

is hard for me