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

Runa POV

*3 months ago*

I let my fingers strum against the dark varnished oak wood bar which is designed intricately with various scenes of wolves in group hunts.

This was very much a shifters bar but on the off chance a human happened to stumble by, they would take it as a tourist attraction.

It reeked tourism even in the wooden smell, the stale beer spilled carpet and the fire cracking in the large fireplace, they would think that this is a bar designed to offer passing trade an insight into perhaps a time from before.

But it's not, it really is a forgotten dive.

Any tourists that happened to come this way most likely wouldn't be escaping without their wallets, even at times...their own lives. Most would open the bar door, sense the unease...the wolf auras mixing in the poorly lit space, and with any luck they would let their instincts kick in and close that door without taking a step inside.

This bar was off the beaten track for a reason, it served as a place for the lowest of the shifter community, and on the rare occasion alphas used it for off the record meetings.

The kind that are required to take place away from their own pack lands.

"Another?" The barman eyes me suspiciously as I down the whiskey shot in one, placing the now empty glass upside down on his pristine bar top.

He takes the shot glass from me, making a point of wiping the alcoholic residue away. He's just shown me his weakness...he is a clean freak.

Oh well, he isn't going to like the mess I leave for him later.

"Yep!" I sigh out, pulling my phone out of my back jean pocket and placing it on the bar top, checking the time.

He was late.

I was definitely in the right

just

I'm going to be soaking up more of this dive

by the looks of interest,

what is a pretty girl like you doing here, lost?" The barman asks

in his appearance it was the truth, I would have no reason to come

that he

attempt to escape the mate that

him out, kicking him to the curb moving her new lover in on the same day. Moving him into the house

chuckle out as I

"What's so funny?"

nothing, just keeping myself amused. I'll take

know." His tone is playful, but he'll soon learn there is nothing

his eyes, my wolf burning through as she hates

eyes, not backing down...I never

my stare, his eyes blinking

and turns away to fetch

might as well leave the bottle...please." My

customer, a regular I presume as they both mutter about me in

eyeing me up from my ankles

knew how to dress to attract male

of

any other bar and I

dressed with my legs on full display in a cute little dress, not in my jeans

this meeting was organised

on their stares,