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

Chapter 0166

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Chapter 0166

Kala POV

I must be sick in the head.

All afternoon I have been trying to avoid Hector, even at the party it took all my strength not to glance over at him, to look carefree as I danced the night away.

What did I want...I felt so conflicted.

If he is looking at me, I don't want him to. Then when he isn't looking at me, I want him to.

When he left the dance floor I felt empty, cold from the lack of his touch and eyes upon me. Even when he is infuriated at me, I like knowing I am pushing his buttons; creating that fury. But it's an exasperated anger at me...not the type of anger on his face as he headed to the gates.

When he stormed back into the alpha house and didn't return to the party, I wanted to know what had made him switch. This was different, something had happened at the gate. The anger he left the dance floor in, has only intensified.

The bond weaving its magic, making me want to know. To check up on him.

ady to retreat.

He hadn't returned at all and by the time the final song was played, I was also ready to retreat.

Jude and Edmund kept eyes on me for the rest of the evening and I took the opportunity to escape when they were having a final round of drinks at the bar.

do was get this skin tight metallic dress

make him suffer all night but wearing the dress, make him want me...but he left just when

cold bottle of water

shriek as a male figure stands in the shadows. I was so wrapped up in my own mental state that I hadn't noticed him walk in and stand behind

you doing

of these days." His voice is low, seductive and I have to swallow a lump that has formed in the back of my

some water." So much for my witty come backs, his eyes seem to have the ability to

the

almost in the darkness Qly-lit kitchen, yet his eyes seem to be burning

didn't return.." I try and move to the side but he blocks

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had matters

be involved?" He had

to

think my feet are done dancing with these

wind, prepared to destroy

gripped around my waist and hoisted me up onto the kitchen island. His hands moving to separate my thighs to give him better

can do is watch as a spectator suddenly completely not in control of my own body. His fingers trail

He commands and until I suck in a much needed breath of air..I hadn't realised I was holding on

him as he artistically moves to the hem of my short dress, his eyes devouring into mine as I look back up