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

Chapter 0547 "I...I just need a moment." I respond, clutching at my stomach, excruciating pain cramping at me. "Here take some of this?" The old woman hands her hip flask out to me, a groan escaping me as I bend over...I was going to hurl at any second.

"What is it?"

"It will help, it will take the pain away."

I take the hip flask off her, sniffing at it only to push it away from me...the potent smell of wolfsbane burning at my nostrils.

"It's wolfsbane." My pain is too intense to really sound how horrified I am that not only she was willingly sipping on this but she was offering it to a pregnant woman.

"Yes."

"Why would you think I would want that?"

"It will stop the calling to the pack, to the baby's father."

"It will kill the baby."

"No, I've been taking it for decades and I'm still standing." I'm torn between crying and laughing at her comment, the severity of my current situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.

My blood turns cold when I hear a scream coming from the beta household, a female scream.

"Freya?" My feet are already moving, all nausea leaving me...now replaced with concern for the female beta.

on the front door, only for another scream to

was wrong, enough of being polite...I may not

both Than and Luna Medea exit the alpha house. "Cleo?" Than roars out to

the sound of whimpering.

move with speed, my eyes searching the living space to find it empty...I head to the stairs where I listen intently, my wolf letting me

noise wasn't coming from upstairs, it

at a door

Than

"What is going on?"

our pack member's homes. This is their private

me forcing the door open, moving past Than

smell of dried blood hits me first, followed by the smell

the hip flask,

eyes scanning the basement to find a figure sitting in a chair, and a male

Freya.

curdling scream escapes Freya again as Zane places a piece of rope across her

sound of burning flesh erupts, drowning

out, pushing Zane to the side, my hands wanting to remove the

Than who stands with his arms crossed, a

He looked cold.