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

Chapter 0498

I'm well and fully the conductor of my runaway train, the train that best describes not only my continuing untruths to my family, to those that care about me the most, but the fast paced out of control journey I am taking myself on...no doubt on a path for collision. I had the front row seat to my own destruction. Especially as I am waiting inside the small vintage styled tearooms, a thirty minute drive from my pack grounds.

- Cleo ~

My head rests in my hands as I listen to the other patrons as they go about their business, chatting about their own lives.

Their noise giving me peace in my ever chaotic mind.

I had bolted out of my own first scan, what sort of a mother does that.

I need to do better, I need to be better for this little bump of mine.

I have to tell him, no matter what. I have to do this for the baby, my child deserves the best life possible and if that is with a modern step family, then so be it.

He or she will just have extra people to love them, to protect and guide them in life. What could be wrong about that.

I don't hear him enter, it is only when a clearing of the throat in the seat opposite to me draws my attention that I even look up. A small smile spreads out on to his face as he picks up a menu, seemingly deciding what to order.

When he places the menu back down he looks at my order, the half eaten tea cake and cup of tea, alongside a half empty glass of apple juice.

I was hungry, until nerves and nausea took over.

One of the servers comes over to take his order, he orders politely, even cracking a joke which makes the young female giggle.

I watch her walk away, even glancing back over at him...she was half his age yet he seemed to have charm.

attention returns back on to me, his eyes moving around the tearoom to check he didn't recognise anyone

did the same, especially not being too far

your text messages.." I quirk my eyebrow at him, relaxing back into my chair trying to

was intrigued as to why he was so keen

I can help you." He leans forward, his arms resting on the

"How's that?"

have a position available within my

"Your household?"

I have been needing filling for quite some time." He removes his hands off the table in a polite move when the waitress comes

pause until she smiles out at him and

the conversation,

of course I didn't mean that... I meant

working in the household is,

looking for

air, the sound coming out as a scoff but it's more a gasp from being completely flabbergasted.

en novelxo

I have to dull down my high

swnovel?

patrons turn to look at

like that...purely contractual. Nothing physical, like you say we

calm...maybe he's practiced

"Then why?"

To help me...to

placing a coffee out for Alpha Than followed by extra milk and