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

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Chapter Kaia POV

He pulls me onto the dance floor as soft romantic music plays in the background, changing from the pop like beat that was on only a moment ago.

I've never danced to intimately...not even on my own wedding day.

I'm not really sure what to expect.

Continuing to hold my hand, Hector slowly spins me into him, my breathing fluttering slightly by the move.

His other hand firmly places itself on my lower back, my top rising slightly against his hold. I can feel the pads of his fingers touching my exposed skin, which must only be milimetres in-between the hem of my top and the waistband of my jeans...but for how it feels...it could be my entire body exposed nakedly to him. Damn this mate bond.

He pulls me closer into him and it could only be the two of us in this pack hall for all I care. Everybody else has faded away into the shadows.

His warm breath dances its own dance upon my temple before his lips almost touch the tip of my ear. I think if he wasn't holding me so firmly, I would also melt away into the shadows.

I hate myself for being so easily distracted by him.

I hate myself because I was still angry at him. I didn't want to dance, I wanted to shout at him, claw at him. Let him feel even an ounce of the pain I have felt.

How

The

!

yet the mate bond only increases its

as a counter attack each time.

trying to swim in a stormy sea, my with me

the fight and I know, as does those constant crashing waves, that I must submerge at some point. That I will submerge, it's just a matter of when.

breaks my heart to know he will never feel this between us..this chemistry that

his very touch play a waiting

own scent perfume this entire room in an attempt to lure him in... if I

enters my head, she was back

"No."

INO.

then

to stifle a laugh from her hopes, her romantic concoction that she thinks is actually still

to. I shouldn't have to plead for

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continues to sway us, my feet following his and have to fight the urge to keep looking

danced with Father as a silly child, often on his feet but never as an adult...my time at his pack was more learning how

I don't think he ever wanted me to leave

music stops playing I miss his hold instantly, the lack of his hand on my lower back leaves a thirst for more that will

already fighting my mind and for once maybe....that's what

what

us out where the noise of merriment

running around playing chase,

"Yes."

ΠΕ

away from the pack hall, towards the