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.

I've never seen him like this. Never has he turned his aura on

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

his hands gripping onto my hips as I straddled him to control his body from moving,

is in recovery as he sleeps. That was the easy

side, I watch his chest for hours for

can act upon it quickly. Each muscle tensing to help

undoing the damage my brother has done. Both

by Jaxon's side, his callous decision to leave has played a key part in Jaxon losing

the night, sitting by the window...my eyes darting back and forth. I even pray to the moon for his recovery, pray to moon goddess to bless him, even though she had forgotten

stir, pain setting in as

face as his eyes focus on the room, as

back to the bed, sitting on the edge and reaching over to touch