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.

She points to the left as we

of status...it's as if she were an omega. No sign of a pack luna living here at all, no sign of wealth or status. What exactly am missing... Why was she here. What did she

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

space.

it could be a hotel room for all I knew. Designed

masses.

pack members after

look to the double bed, neatly made as if the

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How often did they have sex? Rolling around

he hold her, stroke her hair to sleep afterwards

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

did she

house for maybe a year, then she moved here. I think she did it

of the bedroom, is a white single

I can't help myself.

my hand held out

that this was all wrong, that Freya

girl's dream on my part I

weapon preparing to

1. it.

existence, a complete contrast to the beautiful whiteness of

expecting

with the betrayal of perhaps our love not being as solid as

leave him first. Leaving him to pick up the pieces, forcing him to move on without

to survive, to

I really blame him for

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

don't know,

"Does..."

is hard for me to