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

Chapter 0283

- Josie -

Blood is sprayed across my neck, jaw line and even my cami top from George's split lip as his head is held against the bar top by Knox's firm hold.

"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Knox growls out, his body heaving with anger as George tries to fight against his hold. His head being held with force against the bar top.

I should be concerned for the male being held down, the one that against my better judgement I have allowed formed some kind of attachment to, something I never wanted, something I don't want. He was right, no other male of our species will want me, but I've known that since turning 18, something I have grown accustomed with, the reason I keep myself busy.

I should be helping him, defending him, but all I can do is stare at the bulky biceps of the male pinning him down, the material stretching across his upper arms as his lips curl over his teeth, seething out at George.

A small cluster of an audience as formed, the bartender waving security over and as I place my hand not on George, but on Knox to calm him. Something I do without even realising...it seems to snap him out of his angry haze long enough to notice the incoming of security. Knox reluctantly releases George, taking a step back and running his hands through his hair as he tries to control his breathing. He hadn't finished, I could sense the out-of-control fire radiating off him, his leather and sandalwood scent tripling in potency as anger exhumes out of his pores. Something within me was concerned more about him than the actual bleeding male next to us.

taken by surprise, but George is an impressive fighter, he won't give Knox a chance to pull that over him

tongue around the Alpha's

I'm with the Alpha's daughter,

you won't." Knox snarls showing

of a scene in Uncle Jude's club. Mainly because I don't want this to get back to

turn from George on to me, his anger dissipating slightly

to the eyes. I can't believe I ever needed to scratch that itch that badly. We are done, his behaviour tonight has just confirmed that I want nothing more to do

in a few blows, I know this, but I can't help my hand as it reaches for his and firmly pulls him away

to remove him from the situation completely. Before the security reached

I have done until I have yanked him away, leaving a dumbfounded George watching after us, and

state out as I close the door behind us, locking it. Knox pacing the red plush carpet in-between wracks