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

Chapter 0376

My eyes become shrouded with a blood hungry mist and my wolf takes over the last few steps for me. To the point that I almost collide with Josie.

"Ow." The peacock feels pain, fancy that. He does actually have a back bone.

I can't stop my wolf, and don't particularly make any attempt to, as he rips his hand off her and bends it backwards against his spine. I push it as high as it will go, just before the point of breakage. "Hands off her." My growl is monstrous, even as I hear it. I can hear the anger within it.

"You..who let you in?" He seethes out through clenched teeth.

"I did George, Knox is here with me."

"With you?"

"We are mates." She's by my side, her hand landing on my shoulder. Her touch instantly calms me, just knowing she is by my side and away from him is enough to settle my wolf down.

"She's with me, so keep your hands to yourself." I release his arm, pushing him away from her when he collides into a few of the pack members, who reach out to steady him. "Really? Mates...come on Josie." He tuts, his eyes rolling as he stretches out his arm.

"Yes really George."

me to

prick, she's mine and if you dare to touch her again...I'll end

Alora and Josie caution me on my threat, the female beta coming over and standing next to

us some space." She commands, he nods to her but keeps his narrowing eyes on Josie. "What was

touch another person's mate." My eyes follow him as he storms out of the pack party,

touch you?"

He knows now we are done...I just could have handled it a bit better." She glances at me, a level of annoyance

let any other male know where they stand when it comes

the rest of the night, but she doesn't leave

the most part, the party is a success. The Clear Waters' pack members

of the pack family, it's clear to see but they go out of their way to

They are different here...peaceful.

clothing and smiles inform me that they've enjoyed an idyllic lifestyle, that they've won the pack lottery as it were. The young haven't a care in the world as they dance under the moonlight and

the elders, the ones that keep a watchful eye on the young. They smile and laugh at the younger generations behaviour...but their eyes hold a pain. Their eyes hold a darkness...their smiles not reaching their eyes. I've seen that pain before, I've