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

Chapter 0141

Chapter 0141

Hector POV

Coconut and lime.

Kaia's strong scent invades my senses and I have to stiffen my body to keep my wolf under control. Her scent was incredibly strong, now the bond with Than has been severed forever.

Tingles....tingles dance upon my skin that hadn't been there before. My inner arm touches across her waist, kissing her skin that is slightly on display from above her waistband of her leggings.

Had she felt them all this time, smelled my scent from the moment she found me.

I feel like a fraud, her fraudulent mate.

"Are you okay?" I whisper just by her ear.

"Yes, I'm glad he has gone. But I won't fool myself in to thinking he won't be back for her. He can't not be with her."1

She was right. He would seek revenge, me most likely on the tip of his list.

"Ezra?" I mind-link my Beta who was in the Alpha house.

"Alpha?"

"I need you to contact the Dark Phantom pack and put it on high alert. He won't let Alora go that easily." I cut the link when Kaia stirs beside me.

"I felt you reject him." I take another deep breath in, her scent tickling at my nostrils, possessiveness growing within me.

""You did?"

the surge in our

anything else, she just nods, her mind trailing off as she moves her head from

I frown,

let's check on

house, my senses in

now.

that Kaia wasn't ready to be marked, just because her bond with Than was now out of the equation, it still doesn't mean ours would easily heal her

fix and I know

the doctor as we walk in to find Alora on the sofa in the living

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Chapter 0141

cold." The doctor responds as his hand

up to the doctor, her eyes

her being unconscious means she won't change

need you to sign some

my mate's face frown as she stands up following her

and me into his office where on his table he has numerous documents ready to

assets and the pack lands over

seems taken aback, her eyes

of the pack and my assets over to you in

"What...Father no."

try to calm her, taking a step closer to

turns to Beckett, picking the documents up and thrusting them into

won't my child...this is

it...I'm younger, my recovery will be quicker.."

as if they are considering it. A low rumble leaves my chest,