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,

"Why?"

wants to finally

"He already has.."

Kaia, he has marked you, not claimed

is breathy, unbelievable...yet again she is

up her arm and I swallow hard when red finger marks remain from

going to kill

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Chapter 0177

+25 BONUS

my best men were holding Samson in the cells, waiting for 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,

smell his blood permeating the air I breathe. My men are the best, the best for a reason. Our pack's reputation wasn't

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 to get

is the wrong thing for

"Why are you here?"

stops talking when I grasp his jaw in my hands and

"To know what?

"That she was safe."

no

my concern..." His

still thinks he has a place by her side, as her

in on his jaw as he

to still talk, I release my grip but land a blow to his

the back of his head

"Who sent you?"

He growls out pulling at his

Beckett was dead, somebody has kept you well