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

- Cleo ~

"What beautiful roses!" Luna Medea exclaims; her manicured nails stretching out to touch the bouquet of freshly cut roses that stand in the vase, the centre piece to the kitchen table that the four of us were eating breakfast together on.

Every meal time was just the four of us...Alpha Than, Luna Medea, me...and the elderly relative.

I've been here for a week yet I still haven't learnt any more of this relative than on my first day here. She would slowly walk down the stairs for each meal time, wind up Luna Medea, then slowly walk back up...as if she was under room arrest.

I would say she was a poorly great auntie of Than's, that he let stay here from the goodness of his heart, but something wasn't really adding up.

She had a constant glaze over her eyes as if she was in a permanent mind-link...which I know for a fact isn't true.

She also has aging spots upon her skin and a purple tint to her lips.

I hate the term batty...but I would definitely say she fell into this category.

I enjoyed our meal times together, more so because she had a way of grating on Luna Medea

which was rather satisfying to watch. It was becoming more difficult by the day to hide my giggles at the table.

"Thank you, I cut them only this morning." A playful smirk forms across the lady's lips, a complete contrast to the tensed jaw of Luna Medea.

"Cut from where?" Luna Medea tries to sound composed but I can tell she is dying inside, knowing full well where the roses were obtained from. Her precious garden.

"From the alpha garden."

my roses...without permission?" Luna

when the roses

late husband

had done

eyes flickering to Than's who tries to hold back the laughter

from him also. Every meal time ended up with a similar type of argument between the females. Unlike my fellow guest, I have spent the last week

each one took time out of their busy schedules to speak to me. No

take the time to make me feel welcomed, rumour had gotten out that I

female beta, Freya, was tasked with accompanying me at all times. She was of a similar age to Mum, yet she

every whim...I kind of felt

now a new beta should be carrying out the duties of her

was a nervous female, always looking over her shoulder...shaking when around Than

I had

her

brushed them off as the results of an attack on

her

the scars a lasting reminder of what tyranny can look like before

next day. Who was I to question her injuries, maybe she doesn't want to

been living in the

a pack attack, not since I have been born. It must be hard to constantly worry about the next attack, one that you may

one that was the deadliest to the Dark Phantom