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

Chapter 0186

Kala POV

After staying clear of the office, I hear the front door slam shut and Than's vehicle drive away.

I wasn't in a hurry to be anywhere near him any time soon, he was odd and I wanted to know more from Alora. It made more sense why she was keen to remain at the Nightshade Reformed pack when I wasn't there...she was hiding

I head downstairs just as Hector walks out of his office, alone. He doesn't notice me lingering half way down the stairs, lost in his own thoughts as he cracks his knuckles. His eyes focuses on the door, almost torn between whether to chase after the visitor or not. I take a backstep, only for the floorboard beneath me to crack, his attention darting fully onto me

His eyes trail up my body, that hunger present in them as always.

A hunger I wanted to melt away with again.

I wanted a repeat of what happened in the office last night, my body walks down the steps towards him. when the front door bursts open.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He roars as Riley runs into the house.

"I'm sorry...I didn't... it's Rosa. she's... The fear in his voice is unmistakable.

"What is it, what's wrong?" I ask, my body already going into Luna mode.

"She's gotten worse. She can't seem to shake the panic attack." He looks broken and my heart goes out

to him.

"We are coming, give us a minute..." I order at him, his eyes refusing to hold his alpha's glare.

"You are not going!" He barks at me as his eyes follow Riley's as he exits the alpha house

"Like hell I'm not. I thought I was her luna?"

""You are!"

wasn't right, I should have followed my cut instinct and checked

I don't want you

grips my elbow, preventing me

growl vibrates from my chest, my aura emitting from

soul. I will not back down, he'd have to lock me away to stop me from

playful. But I will not back down. His grey ash eyes continue to glare into mine, before he

Rosa's home was different this time, the house was

as soon as Riley opened the door, her sounds of whimpering coming from within. Like a

sat in the comer of the sitting room, as if being backed into the corner was

getting worse Her Mum turns to me, her own face drawn and withered. she

been taken to

"She refused to go

"I turn to him, wanting him to mind-link a doctor

on the way." He confirms

at our wit's end. We don't know what else to do." Her Murn

hair

anything? I take a step closer to Rosa slow step I didn't want to alarm her, to

Whatever we prepare, she refuses

a

her mother stand back. Maybe

am closer to her, I fully take in her state. How much has changed in less than 24 hours. She has scratch marks upon her lower and upper arms, self inflicted I presume. Her knees are bent

I try again as she

with my closeness. But she was too

Hector having called out my name seemingly helping to snap her

her trance

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