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

- Cleo -

I move his hands off my face...I can't look him in the eyes. My mind was spiralling

and I couldn't stop it.

Freya.

Borders.

Alora....

Supplies.

My mind was making lists of things that need sorting...things that would keep me going right now. If I stopped for a second I fear I would crumble under the heavy burden of guilt.

The hospital.

The injured.

The dead.

No...Alora...

My legs were trembling as I try to remain upright...but she was dead...Alora was dead.

How will they ever forgive me.

There must be something...something in these drawers, in this safe...on this desk that tells me where Medea has escaped to.

I want to kill her myself...I don't think I've ever felt such deadly anger coursing through my body.

She needed to die, and now.

"Cleo...I need you to look at me." His voice is like a beacon calling me home during a terrifying storm at sea. He was guiding me to him, all I had to do was listen...to open up to him.

"I can't.." I shake my head, refusing to give in. If I give in...the guilt takes over, the pain takes me..I will be surrendering myself to it.

him, holding my hands behind my lower back with one hand... the other trailing up my body, resting against my neck

giving me a chance

those words to leave his lips. Why isn't he yelling at me, blaming me...

from those unexpected words at a time like this, I look up into his green eyes, eyes that look

need for vengeance but I see love, happiness...even excitement at the prospect of being a

"we" wasn't

didn't you tell

stay? Had you of stayed that morning...had you of reached

moves from my neck down to

down on the moan that wants to leave me when he slowly lifts the hem of my top up,

be able to stifle the moan but not the way my eyes roll into the back of my head from his touch, from the way he kneels down and places a trail of kisses at

stomach as he greets his

themselves out

hands move through his hair, cupping his face as he

feel my

for edges upon

emotions become too much...the

"Jace, I'm sorry..."

done, and it wasn't your fault. None of this was

watch him as he takes a step up, his eyes following me as he leans in closer

his hands gripping at my hips before yet again trailing up my curves, locking

are mine Cleo. I

was a stupid notion,

cost the life of my

for the rest of my life. I knew you were my mate...I got scared. The thought of Josing you because of the threat on my back...

that." I respond, his forehead now pressing against mine as we just hold one

the walls I had placed around my

"Jace..."

forgive me overnight, but us having this baby...it's the

of my destiny and that

"But you're birth right..."

being the alpha of this pack

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