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

Chapter 0551 "Than..." My voice is a whisper, as I move in front of him...blocking them from him. Wanting to snap him out of his own building anger at their arrival. Trying to control some part of this deteriorating situation.

His gaze moves down to my face, the onset tension within his jaw starts to relax...a sigh escaping him. "Fine." He waves a hand out, all but one line of warriors moving away...there was still a threat but nothing compared to the warrior army of only just a second ago.

"Thank you." My hand moves to his arm, his eyes moving down to watch as I touch the area near

his bicep.

"You best come inside then..." He barks out, his teeth flashing but his eyes not coming off mine.

Good, if I can keep him calm at least then no harm should come to my parents.

Here stood an alpha that seemed to be reasonable, as longs as it was on his terms. Then when it wasn't, the monster came out...Freya was a perfect example of that.

I was shaking, I could feel not only my hands but my legs trembling. If I wasn't being watched I would

have paused, placing my hands on the dark painted hallway walls to steady myself.

"I see things haven't changed." Hector retorts out, his voice traveling through the hallway before all

seven of us move into the alpha office. I'm just grateful that Luna Medea wasn't here, yet.

can we do for you?" Than immediately takes a seat at his desk, stretching out his hand that grips me by my wrist, pulling

movement, his voice trying to plough into my

my daughter has her mind-link block up, perhaps you can share why

Cleo is

resonates as all heads

here. Maybe now Cleo we

tone of voice that had guilt

talk to her!" Than roars

my wife that way!" Hector takes a step forward, his shoulders rolling

a miracle if we lived long enough to actually

do and say what I see fit." Than snarls out only for his

the sound of

up outstide, followed by hurried footsteps on the gravel courtyard forcing my eyes to

barging past Hector and Kaia to form

rigid...his nostrils flaring out as he seems to smell

his shoulder, but I do not touch him as collective

in time

official?" Alora wide eyes look to

is my new