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

lane of the highway,

have been able to quash it back down for most part of the day,

as I stop the car, I lunge out of the vehicle, moving to

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

it no mind at first, this was a busy part of the highway,

see is a distant

He calls out stopping at the rear of

him, it was the man from the

croak out, my throat sore from having

is mine. Do

Shit I couldn't remember

my name

of disrespect within the shifter community. "Not at all. Do you need

sugar." I try to regather myself, my hand reaching back for the car

lot of sugar in your coffee." hear him chuckle out but my eyes become blurry again, I try

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

pulling something out of his inner jacket pocket before

A handkerchief.

it, I don't need it."

smooth cloth in my hands,

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

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

a little bit further until I