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?"

my wolf, keep him

"Why?"

to finally claim

"He already has.."

has marked you, not claimed you."

is breathy, unbelievable...yet again she is trying to deny

Kaia, you'll realise it soon enough." My hand trails up her arm and I swallow hard when red finger marks remain from his

to kill

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Chapter 0177

+25 BONUS

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

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

already been bruised and cut from my men's touch...

I enter is the wrong thing for

"Why are you here?"

talking when I grasp his jaw in my hands and

"To know what?

"That she was safe."

is no longer your

my concern..."

has a place by her side,

his jaw as he struggles to breathe through

release my grip but

back of his head

"Who sent you?"

me." He growls out pulling at his chains, his

told you that Beckett was dead, somebody has kept