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

So I thought I would save her the time and wait for her here.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head up to let the morning sun beam upon my face. I would never get used to the way the sun feels stronger here...maybe because the land is slightly of higher altitude.

Even the floral smell this pack seems to have...so many flowers. So much nature here, I felt as if I had found my calling, found the pack for me.

Don't get me wrong, I was a Red Thorn alpha's daughter through and through, but the Amber Desert pack seemed to call to me, as if I was meant to be here all along.

Maybe it's the family connection, maybe my blood can just recognise lineage...family history.

A connection.

My eyes open when I hear the sound of cutting coming to the side of me in the front garden. Opening my eyes I find the elderly relative cutting white roses with pruning shears, her head turning to me as those unworldly eyes stare back at me.

"You know she'll go mental at you." I snicker out, taking steps closer to her as she continues to feel each white rose before deciding which one to cut.

"It's fun to get her worked up, she's far too on her high horse."

"Careful, she's your family.."

"My family? In no way am I related to them...thank the goddess." She pauses, handing me the shears to hold for her as she moves to her jacket chest pocket... pulling out a hip flask.

So the batty guest was senile as well as a drunk.

She takes a sip on the hip flask, to my horror...pain radiates through her face as she grimaces out...a silent scream escaping her.

a step closer to her, determined to pull the hip flask out of her hand but she was too fast for

grunts out, her lips still

I am

else would you

"Well I.."

I'm not sure I like the tone to

fool." She barks out before seemingly regathering herself, placing

"You know my Dad?"

"No...I don't know him."

do you mean fool?" My

me, only stares at me with those

look at, my own eyes struggling to keep eye contact due

when I hold them for just that

are, ready?” Freya

scanning between myself and the woman. A tut escapes her mouth as she regards

away from the garden.

crazy.""Crazy?"

"She's not a relative?"

the woods miles from here.

deny there

about her." I speak out

nagging at me, something I couldn't quite put a finger on