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

Kala POV

I had killed my Father.

My own Father who was everything to me.

What have I done...

The severity of what I had just done weighs heavily on me as the strong winds circulate around me from the cliff tops edge.

The waves were picking up speed as they crash against the usually tranquil beach below, large waves torturing the eroding rocks beneath my feet.

My mind was in turmoil...

Everything I had known was a lie.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The fact that my mother died when I was 18 months old and not at birth. I couldn't even remember her. Is that why he did it knowing if he had waited longer I would have had some vague memory of her. My own mother brutally killed because she discovered his lies.

Lies that had spun their evil web my entire life. I had finally woken up from my own fairytale of what I thought my Father was, who my Father was.

The medicine making him drowsy enough to forget his own fake persona, his own character he had played well for so long.

I could feel it within my very core..Alora had been sent away so that she couldn't be a positive influence

on my life. So that I wouldn't have another to whisper in my ears to challenge Father.

Would he have killed me the same if I had found out. Would he have killed his own child.

He couldn't kill Alora but still left her alone to be raised by another pack.

I feel dirty, tainted.

I had never understood why Alora wanted to take her own life, why she would let herself get so low, so depressed.

But I get it now.

Sometimes it was just harder to keep going, to live the lie. Why put your soul through it any longer when you could be at peace, be feg nothing...the blank void of emptiness. That's what I craved. To feothing.

From the moment I was born someone has controlled me, plotted around my life. I would have thought. the sacred mate bond would have given me hope, but that was just as tainted. My wolf has left me she's too heartbroken to come forward and try to talk sense into me.

I truly was alone.

I could feel the volume of the entire pack's cries trying to push on the pack link but I had my block up. what would be the point in accepting the title of alpha, accepting them only to take it from them. Concern floods through me and I can feel Alora trying to push on the mind-link, as her emotions through the twin bond ram into me.

She knows, she knows Father is dead.

She'll soon know what I have done what I am about to do.

I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of the salty sea water below me. The wind continuing to pick up speed as the storm closes in, just a few minutes more.

I let memories of my Mother's pack swarm my mind, happy memories of the crystal blue waters. Complete utter tranquillity of those days, before I was sent away. Before it was attacked.

I open my eyes looking down further, waves crashing against the cliff wall below.

I walk, moving along the cliff tops more towards the crashing waves, away from the sandy beach below.

My eyes snap open when I feel a presence near me, I am no longer alone. I turn to find a large male figure closing in on me.

"How the hell have you breached our borders?" A growl emits from me when I recognise the beastly build of Alpha Marc.

"The borders are empty..it's as if something terrible has happened."

"Beckett is dead." I respond coldly.

"Ah, that would explain why I so easily stepped into my land."

"Your land?" I grunt out, yes I suppose if I don't take the alpha bond...then he will invade like a plague.

I can feel my wolf stirring back to life, her hatred of this male making her want to keep going, wanting her to protect our pack members.

She snaps me out of my selfish thoughts, I was about to abandon the pack....leave them alone when they had put their faith into me since I arrived.

I would have made them rogues...

I look down at my feet, I was so close to the cliff's edge....how could I have been so stupid.

I need to keep going for them, show them the alpha I can be.....the alpha they deserve.

"The white wolf has the be reborn..." His voice carries on the wind as I take a step back from the cliff tops.

I turn to find him already behind me.

He grips my wrist pulling me into him:

"The white wolf has to be reborn for your sake I hope its true. I'd like to see you survive.."

"Get off me..." I only just manage to roar in his face before his leg lifts and his foot kicks me with such velocity that it knocks me backwards....the only thing stopping me from falling from the cliffs is Marc's 23

hand gripping onto my wrist still.

My eyes drop below at the stormy sea waters crashing against the cliff walls...before I start to fight against his hold but gravity has already taken it's hold on me as he lets my wrist go... Ebony Woods

Author

A hard chapter to write and read. Thanks for your continued

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