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

Chapter 0177

Hector POV

"On what is yours..."

Pinkish tones enter onto her cheeks, as she blushes under my intense gaze.

Something had switched inside of me seeing his hands on her, my wolf was pushing harder for me to finish the marking ritual, for me to claim her.

But I can't force her.

She has to go through her first heat cycle yet, she'll struggle to deny the bond between us then. I have marked her, it was only a matter of time before my mark as an alpha gives her that unbearable first heat.

I watch as she picks up the towel and walks into the bathroom, putting it in a laundry basket. Seeing her blood now as stains on the towel, my body tenses as I want to kill him.

I push on the mind-link to my warriors that were holding him in the cells.

"Alpha?" They collectively respond.

"Is he talking?"

"No Alpha, not a word."

"I'll be down shortly."

"Hector.." Kaia's soft palm cups the side of my cheek, the eruption of tingles bringing me back in the room with her.

My wolf has also slipped through the veil more as I was mind-linking. My concentration on the damn veil momentarily lapsed.

"Don't move." I tense at her touch. One wrong move and I'll claim her, I know I will.

"What's wrong?"

trying to control my wolf, keep

"Why?"

finally

"He already has.."

Kaia, he has marked you, not claimed you." My

unbelievable...yet again she is trying to

mine Kaia, you'll realise it soon enough." My hand trails up her arm

to

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believe him. Somebody had been keeping him in comfort, somehow he had heard about

are the best, the best for a reason. Our pack's reputation wasn't unjust...we protected

human form. His face had already been bruised and cut from my men's touch... things were about to get a lot more bloody for

as I enter is the wrong thing

"Why are you here?"

know..." He stops talking when I grasp his

"To know what?

"That she was safe."

safety is no

will always be my concern..."

has a place by her side,

my fingers crushing in on his jaw as

him to still talk, I release my grip

back and the back of his head hitting against the solid brick

"Who sent you?"

sent me." He growls out pulling at his chains, his wolf trying to fight

you that Beckett was dead, somebody