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

I'll be that axe that cuts his head off.

I lay Red gently down on the bed, my disbelief at her current state, of not even knowing what had happened.

I turn to look at him, back at her. Her dress had been ripped up to her thighs, her face had an imprint of being backhanded and she had blood across her dress straps, blood that was upon his white shirt.

"Did you touch her?" I roar out, trembling with rage.

"Did you touch what is mine?" My roar vibrates the windows around us. My feet not as heavy now as I walk towards him. "She needs you, Knox, stop." Luna Rosa steps in front of me, blocking me from him. I was going to rip him to shreds.

He thought he could touch her, force himself upon her.

"He...he tried..." I can't even utter the words.

"I know." She growls out at me, her hands clenching into fists down by her side.

"...did he?"

"No, I pulled him off." Doctor Abel's words answer me.

"Get him out of here before I kill him myself!" Luna Rosa orders at Jaxon, who pulls him up by the scruff of his neck and leaves. But not before casting a concerned look to his sister.

"I'll be back, once I throw this piece of shit in jail." He growls out.

"If he makes it that long." His chest rumbles threateningly.

me?" Doctor Abel lifts her eyelids open, shining a torch into them only for her hand to reach

"Mmm...yes."

I needed to touch

She sits up, utching at

you some pain relief, what happened?" Doctor Abel places his

wrist.

check her pulse

head against the edge of the work top. Where is he?" She seethes out, her

the jail. Do you remember what happened?" My jaw

to check the patients. I had followed Jace t s way,

check the wounded whilst I was this way." She squints her eyes shut as her han moves gently touching

her expression changes, she becomes as pale as

widening in horror...she was thinking the

that far. Doctor Abel pulled him off." My hands cups at her face, tears start to water in her eyes; I

hadn't managed to abuse her to the lengths he had

wrenching pain stabs at me for what she has been through. What she almost went

Pluck each nail, each eyeball out before tearing out his own heart like the werewolf

some pain killers, I won't

lean over the bed, placing my hand

I don't think she would have ever come back

she will be more comfortable." He nods