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 him at

"Why?"

to finally claim you as

"He already has.."

you, not claimed you."

unbelievable...yet again she is trying

enough." My hand trails up her arm and I swallow

going to kill

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Chapter 0177

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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,

permeating the air I breathe. My men are the best, the best for a reason. Our pack's reputation wasn't unjust...we protected our own and severely punished those that seeked to harm one

to the wall, like the dog that he is but in human form. His face had already been bruised and

I enter is the

"Why are you here?"

talking when I

"To know what?

"That she was safe."

no longer your

be my concern..." His words

he has a place by her side, as her

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

I release my grip but land a blow to his

of his head hitting against

"Who sent you?"

pulling at his chains, his

somebody told you that Beckett was dead, somebody has kept you well informed and