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

Chapter 0347

-Josie-

I can't help but lean into his touch, my body moulding into his hold...those tingles at his touch feel even stronger somehow. He was warm and for some reason I was cold. So cold.

There was no doubt who was holding me, his potent scent was calling out to me...leather and sandalwood. I'd happily stay like this forever, within his hold and still in a dreamy state of mind.

"Josie?" A female's voice calls my name and for a brief moment my mind calculates what exactly must be going on.

If I was in the arms of Knox, and my Mum was witnessing...no that can't be right. We were secretive...this can't be real.

I have to be dreaming.

I hear Mum gasp as my eyes open and I manage to focus around me, my vision sharper than usual. My entire family are standing over me and I know instantly something had to be wrong, because their eyes were teary, their faces were death-like...pale as ghosts. "What's going on?" I hoarsely say, grabbing at my throat as pain explodes in the area. It was sore, it hurt to talk..to even swallow.

"We thought we lost you.." Mum leans in, her arms cupping at my face before she starts to smother me with kisses on my cheeks.

search their eyes, the severity of my situation

softly speaks next to me as he places a lingering kiss upon my lips. Tingles dance upon my mouth,

public display of affection...in front of my brothers, in front of my

his out of character motion, my brain trying to

Josie, you raised the alarm." Dad proudly declares as he makes no attempt to remove Knox by

hazy but slowly coming back to me...but my words stop as a new sensation washes over me...some kind of

my hands move to

going to vomit." I announce, Knox reaching for a small bin only for the nausea to pass as soon as it came.

Josie, your eyes..." Jace gasps, and I only notice how different

he looks so...different. If I didn't have that triplet connection with him I would question if he was an imposter...tattoos climbed up his neck like a vine and

question whether it is

hands moving to cover her

Knox in horror at her response, thinking that my eyes must have been damaged. But rather than look at me with pity, he looks at

you are beautiful. Look..." He pulls his phone out of his pocket,