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.

room." She points to the left as

living here at all, no sign of wealth or status. What exactly am missing... Why was she here. What did she do for

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

space.

it could be a hotel room for

masses.

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

made as if the person had a lot of time to

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with her? How often did they have

her

of him being with another woman, especially one that looks

did

she moved here. I think she did it on her own

bedroom, is a white

I can't help myself.

carpet, my hand held out before I

wardrobe, foolishly hoping that this was

foolish girl's dream on

dark sordid weapon preparing

1. it.

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

lace design, as if expecting it to turn

with the betrayal of perhaps our love not

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

to

him

gasp out, my throat dry and sounding hoarse, my eyes

know, nobody

"Does..."

hard for me