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

sign of a pack luna living here at all, no sign of wealth or status.

in my throat I dig deep for the courage

space.

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

masses.

pack members after the death

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

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in this bed with her? How often did they have

hold her, stroke her hair to sleep

him being with another woman, especially one that looks

long did she

maybe a year, then she moved here. I

bedroom, is a

I can't help myself.

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

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

dream on my part

sordid weapon preparing to attack

1. it.

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

as if expecting it to turn to

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

him first. Leaving him to pick

to survive, to come

really blame him for seeking another in

dry and sounding

know, nobody

"Does..."

is hard for me to