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.

he needs, is that why this diary was kept....to serve him a purpose. If I

breaks at the man before me, broken again...memories coming

barely spoken to me over the past few days. He's thrown himself into pack business, having secret meetings with Medea.

I know Than will return to me... he just needs

to go

that looks like me. With everything that has happened I've not been able to broach the subject

temper was heightened as it

in the closed office of his to his mother. Their secret

whatever Kaia had taken

was, Than arguing with his Mother and Father in the office, Hector

I knew I wasn't a piece of meat to be claimed first. I knew I belonged

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couldn't be certain, it was before his 18th birthday, we couldn't deny the older male feeling the mate

now. The actions of a young girl unable to decide

again. I'm annoyed you kept the diary, annoyed you kept the photograph. But you were young, and

tosses the last few pages of the diary

cover on the fire with his lips curling up in

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