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!"

she needs help. I knew she wasn't right, I should have followed my cut instinct and

want you going.

grips my elbow, preventing me

from my chest, my aura

boring into my soul. I will not back down, he'd have to lock me away to stop me from seeing her. Something I think he would be

grey ash eyes continue to glare into mine,

Rosa's home was different this time, the

tense as soon as Riley opened the door, her sounds of

her....watching her as she sat in the comer of the sitting room, as if being backed into the corner was the safest

turns to me, her own face drawn and withered.

to

"She refused to go

"I turn to him,

He confirms once he comes

end. We don't know what else

hair

to Rosa slow

we prepare, she

a

"1 bend down getting close to her, letting her mother stand back. Maybe a different face will snap her out

She has scratch marks upon

I try again as she continues

from behind, not happy with

called out my name seemingly helping to snap

her trance

say my name again" I shoot back at him, his