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

Chapter 0345

- Knox -

"Where the fuck have you been?" Both Jaxon and Hector roar at Jace as he steps further into the room. He must have just arrived, he still had a black holdall in his hands.

I do a double take at first...was this really Jace? Gone were the boyish charming looks...instead he was lean, he had tattoos climbing up his neck...he was the complete opposite. "Where the fuck have I been...more like what the fuck do you think you are doing?" He pushes past his father and brother until a gasp catches in the back of his throat. "Josie.." His voice is like losing her all over again. He turns to Kaia, his hands cupping at her face as his great height towers over her.

"What are you thinking?"

"She's gone Jace...we need to put her to rest."

I don't think I can be here, I don't think I can watch as the very thing keeping her alive, keeping her in this world is switched off.

But she has already gone hasn't she, so what exactly would watching a machine be unplugged do for me. It wouldn't give me closure, not when she already died in my arms.

I...I felt her slip away, felt her life force leave her as she safely rested in

my hands...I tried to scrub it off but it

a reminder that this isn't a nightmare, a

in for a kiss rather than walked away. Rather than giving her that space she wanted when I came back. If I could have a do-over, another chance, I would be the man

not had a chance

apart of this. I start to move towards the door, my eyes

flying out to my chest preventing me

gives Hector a

of this family,

"Hector.."

commanding voice fills the room, before he and his mate enter a mind-link. I know he has told her because she gasps, a hand raising to her mouth as soon as the mind-link ends and her eyes go back into full focus. She walks over to me, an outstretched hand reaching for me. Tenderly extending her comfort to me,

places a free hand up to cup the side of my face...Jaxon and Jace both tensing as they glare at me, their backs stiffening. I

side of me, the Doctor reaching again for the breathing apparatus. But Jace is there, grabbing the doctor by the throat. His arm muscles almost ripping through the fabric on his top, as he stops the