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

Chapter 0379

- Josie -

Knox had left me a note to say he was going to attend the morning border switch with Ezra, which didn't come as a surprise. I knew he wouldn't be able to last too long without sussing out the security details further.

But when he hadn't returned by mid morning...and missed breakfast, I was on the verge of going out to search for him.

He didn't know the grounds, not like the Dark Phantom lands...and I was growing concerned as the clock kept ticking and he hadn't returned, that maybe he had got lost.

Which is absurd because Ezra was with him. I just need to calm down and be patient. He wasn't the alpha trainer for nothing, he knew how to handle himself.

"Should I go look for him?" I ask Lobo in a playful voice as I bring his snout to my face and scratch behind his ears, his tail waggling at my attention. He desperately needed a long walk, Petra had over fed him this morning with bacon and sausages. A VIP breakfast for Lobo, he wouldn't get that at home.

"Look for whom." Knox casually walks in with Ezra, both of them standing at the doorway of the sitting room and not entering.

"There you are." I turn to him, his expression one of concern. His eyebrows were furrowing and his eyes were penetrating through mine. I don't think I've ever seen him like this. Those dark brown broody eyes completely take my breath away, even when they are mixed with a level of concern.

have my back straightening,

on the back and moves into the sitting room where he passes me

Ezra suspiciously as he walks past me, being careful not to meet my

there like you are frozen on the spot...come in, sit down." I turn to Knox,

spot and I'll have a shower first...we took

of relief. It makes sense now why they were both so

between Mum's and Dad's warriors. Has to see which

that both sets have been trained by

you fancy doing today Josie?" Auntie Alora asks me as she reaches over to the coffee table for her cup

was thinking of swimming in the

Knox flatly states, too hurriedly for my

"Excuse me?"

places his arms around his chest, an eyebrow quirking, his body challenging me to challenge

being serious...I'm not sure where this surge of protectiveness has come from, but he won't tell me what to do. "No, not until I have done a

my home from home, my family pack. Does he not