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

Chapter 0257

-Josie~

The tension within my small preparation room was tangible. I could feel it on my finger tips...taste it. The air remained suffocating, which isn't something George was capable of.

Black eyes turn from George's onto my very own...my breath catching in the back of my throat. Why did he stare have some kind of power over me...

There seemed to be some kind of stand off happening between the two of them. George's back elongating, his shoulders hunching forward, his feet bouncing on the balls of his feet...he was preparing for an attack. Yet this Knox seems completely unfazed by George's stance, eyeing George like he was merely a wolf cub...yet he was the full sized predator. There was even a trace of a smirk entering onto his lips.

With a silent nod, Knox moves aside just enough for George to past through. He doesn't make it easy for him though.

Unable to stand this oppressive atmosphere any longer, I go to move past Knox but to my complete shock he pushes me backwards. Deeper into my little preparation room, his foot kicking the door shut.

Creating privacy between us.

This room was slightly bigger than a storage cupboard, George and I just fitted but Knox was twice the size, he ate up the remaining space...I couldn't move, I was completely at his mercy.

caught in a fight between that unexplainable

snapping out of a tranced state as

""What?"

touched you, did it hurt?" His eyes return to mine, a level of anger laced within them. His jaw tenses

He nods, as he leans in closer to me...sniffing the air

my throat as I reach for a cloth to wipe the floor. I couldn't smell the spilt ingredients, all I could smell was

takes a step away from me, releasing me from being trapped between him and the enclosed

to the floor before rising back up and scanning the bottles

the door, but before I can think of my actions...I've gripped his elbow to stop

as he stops, a cold exterior washes over him...I shouldn't have touched him, why have I touched

hand, gripped at his elbow before burning back to

snatch my hand back, what

mention George and me to my

anymore.

arms moving to cross over at his chest. I shouldn't have touched him, he's not

hear my inner self telling me to shut up, that I was going off on a tangent. Completely embarrassing myself