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

Chapter 0504

- Jace-

It was the calm before the storm. Jaxon had spent the day with a fucking smug smirk upon his face, something I wanted to beat right out of him.

To say he was pissing me off was an understatement.

By the time I had finished with training and pack duties it was already almost early evening. I hadn't been at the alpha house all day, half expecting the Arancea's to arrive early. Half expecting to bump into Cleo before I was prepared. I stayed well clear in the eventuality of such a thing happening.

Walking into the alpha home, the sight before me is one of frantic energy and chaotic dismay.

Mum had roped Callie into prepping the meal, which judging by Callie's eyes as I walk in, was the cause to the nervous atmosphere in the kitchen.

"Where have you been?" Callie grits out to me as Mum leaves her side to head into the pantry for something else, muttering a list of extra ingredients.

"Training and pack duties, why?" I move in closer, Callie adding small sprigs of rosemary onto a tray of roast potatoes.

"I told her I can't cook."

"Yes you can."

"Barbecues, fish on the grill...things that I will cook when the restaurant is closed at the hotel Jace. Not bloody beef wellington." She scathes at me, her eyes murderous. "You're nervous."

"No shit."

to you, you don't need

probably pick up on Callie's nerves this morning, thinking helping to keep her busy would go lengths in calming

by the mess of the kitchen and Callie's appearance, it's only stressed

Jace...this is a bad idea..." She lifts the

how tonight will go.

my own fated mate sitting right in front

of the

She watches me suspiciously as I head to the fridge, picking a

the only way to get through this would be with alcohol...to help numb that growing feeling inside of me, my wolf's hell bent desire to ruin my plans. She takes a

can do this." She

think we are on top of

sure? We still have

as the words exit her mouth the front door rings,

face drop of all colour at the unrecognisable voices at the front door. Unrecognisable to me, but not to

Mum's supportive hand goes to her shoulder as she notices her paling face

out, running her hands through her

into my family life, helping Mum with the dinner...but

she had waited...how many times I have had to encourage her into doing

have come early...completely knocking

a pleasure to