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,

"Why?"

to finally claim you as

"He already has.."

you, not claimed

voice is breathy, unbelievable...yet again

up her

to

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Chapter 0177

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my arrival. I knew what to do, he claims to be a rogue but I don't believe him. Somebody had been keeping him in comfort, somehow he had heard about Beckett's death, that she was here. A rogue wouldn't have heard of Beckett's death, not this soon. He was in communication with someone and I want to know

best, the best for a reason. Our pack's reputation wasn't unjust...we protected our own and severely punished

chained to the wall, like the dog that he is but in human form. His face had already been bruised and cut from my men's touch... things were about

I enter is the wrong

"Why are you here?"

needed to know..." He stops talking when I grasp his jaw in my hands and squeeze

"To know what?

"That she was safe."

safety is no

will always be my concern..." His words rattle

place

grip tightens, my fingers crushing in on his jaw as he struggles to breathe through

I release my grip

and the back of his head hitting against the solid brick

"Who sent you?"

pulling at his chains,

somebody told you that Beckett was dead, somebody