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

Chapter 0290

- Josie -

Good cop, bad cop.

It's always been that way with Jaxon and Jace growing up. We may be triplets, but for the most part they are known as the twins...because they are identical.

I look so different from them that in passing, you wouldn't really think we were related. They are identical in the face and their build, but Jaxon has a darker look about him, whereas Jace has always had the sun's glow on his side. Jace the summer to Jaxon's winter. For most of our youth, I seemed to be the only one that could tell them apart, even our parents struggling when they decided to play switch up for the day.

They took it in turns, the whole bad cop, good cop routine...on the pack...and on me. When it was a day both were on bad cop form, well it didn't rain...it poured. Mostly their flying fists.

Then there was a shift, a change. They both organically maintained their roles, Jace the good cop, Jaxon the bad cop. Jaxon the eldest, the fiercest of them both taking on that responsibility as the eldest.

this. Never has he turned his aura on me like that...or attacked a friend to the brink of

severe... the sheer loss of blood alone resulting in the internal organs starting to shut down. Even for werewolves. But Knox still breathes, his heart stills beats. His strength is remarkable...he almost has the healing ability of an... alpha

hands gripping onto my hips as I straddled him to control his body from moving, from destroying my progress. It's the hardest I've had to work in a long time, keeping my own mind in control from

body is in recovery as he sleeps.

I watch his chest for hours for

a change so that I can act upon

remain awake, undoing the damage

side, his callous decision to leave has played a key part in Jaxon losing control. So, I blame Jace just

back and forth. I even pray to the moon for his

to stir, pain setting in as my herbal ointment's power starts to

hide the relief that erupts upon my face as his eyes focus on the room, as he slowly grips

on the edge and reaching over to touch his forehead. Checking his