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

Chapter 0274

He keeps his rhythm up as I ride it out, I selfishly take what he wants to give me. His lips don't leave me until he removes his hand from my leggings, taking a step back to take me in.

I move, wanting him to give the same level of pleasure he just created on me. I move off the table, pulling at his belt...already undoing his zip when he grips my wrist.. "No wait." He stops me.

"I want..." I smile up at him through my eyelashes, he didn't need to act like a gentleman. What he just did wasn't very gentlemanly.

"I shouldn't have done that." His free hand grips at my other wrist, holding both hands away.

"What?" I pull my wrists from him.

"I lost control...I'm sorry Red, shit..." He combs his fingers through his disheveled black hair.

Cold, suddenly I feel unexpectedly cold.

I need distance between us, his rejection was like a knife to the chest, through my heart. I hadn't even caught my breath back and he was already regretting it.

Not even waiting for the soberness of the early morning air for him to think back on what he did the night before.

"What do you mean?" I take a step back, wrapping my arms around my chest.

"You're just..."

feel my jaw

too young

bring a flashback to my mind, a flashback of when I was 16 years old... three

knew I had kissed those lips before, he was the one in the nightclub, my first ever kiss. The male that kissed me, then pushed me away. He

takes a step towards me, but I place my hand out...stopping him from invading my

out." I repeat,

tries to plead, but this was him. He's the one

yourself. So next time, do us both a favour and leave me the fuck

it shakes. I reach for my gun, his hands trying to calm me...to stop me, to hear

this was absolute bullshit...and using

the night air a cold kiss upon my skin as I push through

a bitter memory for me. He's just barged in on my sanctuary, and tarnished it for

is by my side in moments, escorting me back to the alpha house just

even Dad's wolf stops to turn at me. I shouldn't be here, especially with the gun gripped tightly in my

Shit...

way up the stairs before Dad, dressed and back in his human

command is strong, it shouldn't actually affect me when I think about it but it does. Both of my parent's does, not that they use it often. So why is