Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter

0052

Alora POV

Than has always been mine, and I his.

It's been that way from a young age, from when I first started to play with him, my parents becoming good friends of his. I don't remember the exact first memory but he has always been there, always been with

me.

He had every right to be jealous, every right to be possessive...I just couldn't make the choice. I couldn't be responsible for changing their lives.

I can't blame him for reacting this way. His eyes are dark, the flames of the fire offering the only light to his face as he sits there under the dark night sky, his head under a hood. If I didn't know him I would be afraid to be near him this night. He is ripping out every page of my diary, and throwing it into the small fire before him.

I'm standing in the back garden of the alpha house, a blanket draped around my shoulders on this chilly night.

Was it chilly, was I coming down with something...or was it the act that was being carried out in front of me. It was an act of coldness, or bitterness.

Every now and again he stops to read a page before grimacing and tearing the pages against the diary's spine.

him a purpose. If I didn't make it, so that he might remember me differently. Even

before me, broken again...memories coming back to

with Medea. Yet every time I walk in and try to interact, they change the subject. Or should I say Medea

towards me, and I know Than will return to me... he

to go through the

was troubling him, something to do with this Kaia girl that looks like me. With everything that has happened I've not been able to

heightened

in the closed office of his to his mother. Their secret chats carrying on for

Kaia had

in the office, Hector arguing back. Punches thrown, wolves trying to get out to claim

I wasn't a piece of meat to be

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birthday,

I can see that now. The actions of a young girl unable to decide what was for the best, a 16 year old girl feeling torn. Torn

the diary, annoyed you kept the photograph.

tosses the last few pages of the diary into the fire, watching them turn

cover on

standing up and stretching up to the sky. His back uncurling from its crouched down position. "Shall we go to bed?" He walks