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

Chapter 0487

- Cleo

I had straightened out the story with Maya. She understands what is at stake, and she promises to keep to the story of the bartender being the father.

I may be growing tired from the drive but it was worth it, I was feeling more in control.

Jaxon's visit having left me slightly shaky and fearful of what he would say to Jace, but now it was his word against mine and Maya's.

That surely had to count for something. I was giving Jace an instant out; he had a mate to think of now, someone to adore and protect. Why, when a pregnant female claims he is not the father, would he admit that he is.

I have to get home, talking to Maya took longer than I had expected and now the afternoon was turning into early evening.

If I don't hurry then I just know my return will invite questions of where I have been.

I was taking longer to return home, that adrenaline starting to ease off and the realisation was dawning on me...I was carrying a child. A child that needed protecting.

Even as I drive, I move over to the slow lane of the highway, instinct kicking in to take my time, to be

careful.

A feeling I have never experienced in my life. I was a werewolf, I didn't need to take things slow, I didn't need to be extra careful.

But with my wolf's energy being drained, I had to be more vigilant of my surroundings and actions.

I am about thirty minutes from home when that nauseous sensation, which has been threatening

hits me like a brick

the breakdown lane of the highway, the need to be sick

have been able to quash it back down for most part of the day, but this was too much. I

of the vehicle, moving to

on my knees as tears rain down my face. Werewolves are hardly ever ill, I don't think I've actually ever been sick in my life. Something

behind mine, but I pay it no mind at first, this was a busy part of the highway,

see is a distant shape. I blink them away

okay?" He calls out stopping at the rear of my car, a frown on

while to recognise him, it was

I croak out, my throat sore from

mine.

erm..." Shit I

name is

Alpha. The height of disrespect within the shifter community. "Not

regather myself, my hand reaching back for

did put a lot of sugar in your coffee." hear him chuckle out but my eyes become blurry again, I try to squint them

"Right...yes...that must be it."

closer, pulling something out of his inner jacket pocket

A handkerchief.

it, I don't need it."

place the smooth cloth in my hands, the initials TS embroidered in

lips. It felt good, the softness of the cloth was slightly cool as I tab it against my forehead and on

sure you are quite well? My pack is on the next exit...I can get you some

only a little bit further