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

Chapter 0365

"Fine, but it's waiters and chefs that have been approved only.'

"What about him?" I gesture my head to the man standing at mine and Josie's table. On closer inspection he doesn't even have menus in his hand.

She turns, her eyes meeting mine...a look upon them that I didn't need a mind-link with her to understand. She was uncomfortable.

I could fucking curse myself...this was a fucking bad idea. She had only shifted for the first time today...why did I let Hector talk me into coming here instead of a simple bike ride.

Here, she could very easily shift and expose our existence in this very restaurant. She has self discipline to rival the strongest of shifters, even on her first day...but even the strongest would struggle with the heightened senses and the noise in here. Her wolf must be on edge.

I move, pushing through the crowd, ignoring the protests as I hear the warriors behind me doing the same thing in order to get to their pack princess. I'm on him in seconds, an older male who reeks of alcohol. I push him by the shoulder away from her and towards the wall, the Dark Phantom pack warriors circling us, covering us from the eyes of the human.

"Who the fuck are you?" I roar out. Alcohol or not, I could smell that he was a werewolf. Although his scent isn't one I have picked up on before.

his shirt. His words do little to calm my wolf, who already wanted to rip his head off for daring to go near my

I sense Josie standing up and hold on to

happens

a wolf?" His eyes are pinned on her as I feel her tense next

you are?" There's a harshness to her tone, something that reminded me of

means you no harm. A member of the Varon alpha family are never in the city

couldn't resist?" I sarcastically reply, looking to my side to see Alpha Jude's warriors

part of me that thought he was drunk has

repeats, a smirk curling up in the corner of his

her out of here. There was nothing this male said that would want me to stay a second longer. The

in knowing who has

eyes turning to the lead warrior whose own eyes are wide with shock until he kicks into action, muttering a swear word