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

Kaia POV

Hector talks of freeing her as if it were his responsibility, as if she were inprisoned.

I suppose in a way she is, Than loves her too much to let her go...to let her leave with Hector..to let her die.

He would so easily carve into me to protect her, not one thought for my life. Would she love him so deeply if she knew what he was capable of, what he has done.

A part of me wants to enlighten her but maybe she was an innocent, as Hector has made out her to be. But isn't that the mate bond tricking him also?

It almost escaped me that freeing her was pointless, that I was the only cure to her current declining health.

Something that I'm guessing Alpha Damon didn't share with Hector.

Otherwise, I think I would be tied, gagged and placed in the back of his car boot on my way back to the Amber Desert pack by now.

Did hearing Hector's side bring me any comfort...

No.

But it has confirmed to me the male ego within their love triangle. I think both he and Than are so hell bent on winning, that they'll spend her last days fighting instead of spending time with her. And then it will be too late. This bond between us that, for me, has painfully been growing over the past few days, I need gone!

Without the Amber Desert heir growing inside of me, it's as if the mate bond has exploded back to life.

I'm debating which hurts more; the pain of the mate bond trying to force my mind and body so soon after my miscarriage or the fact that he can't even sense it.

I'm in a world of my own by the time I walk back to my home, not realising I have a visitor sitting on my doorstep, until I almost crash into her.

"Rosa, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to check you were alright. I heard..." I look down to find she has come with a bag, and I haven't got it in me to turn her away. She was still healing too and had kindly thought of me to bring something. "Come in." I welcome her into the house, not wanting some of my most private matters to be discussed so openly.

I already knew what was troubling her.

Once we have settled in the sitting room, she reaches into her bag and pulls out some bottled lemon water which is well known for helping clear toxins out of the body.

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"I heard about your baby. I'm sorry." She can't look me in the eyes as she places the bottles on the small coffee table.

"Thank you Rosa."

"Was the baby...was the father your ex?"

"Yes Rosa."

"It's selfish of me but I can't stop thinking about how that could have been me. What I would have done if I had fallen pregnant." She has been contemplating this, she has black shadows under her eyes and her nails are too short from over biting.

"You would have loved the baby. It wasn't the baby's fault, you would have felt the same way too, I'm certain of it."

My wolf growls within my mind as Rosa continues to talk to me. I nod and smile but have stopped listening.

My wolf is wanting my full attention.

Her strength has fully returned to me now. For the first time since arriving here she is demanding that I let her out, that I shift.

But I'm not ready to join the weekly wolf pack run. One on one sympathy is fine but a whole pack together, I would crack under their intense glares.

It would come from a place of warmth on their behalf but I would find such kindness hard to receive.

I needed her to wait until it was night time, until we were alone.

Rosa spends an hour with me in total, talking to me about pack members that I only know in passing. How a lot transferred over from other packs to help set up the Dark Phantom pack and haven't looked back since. Feigning tiredness she leaves me to it, to rest. But I have no intention of doing so.

Instead I pull up a map of the pack grounds getting an idea of where the borders truly finish so that I can have some space to let my wolf out tonight.

At midnight, I quietly open my front door checking that the surrounding area was clear.

I keep to the shadows, away from the dimly lit path not wanting to explain my midnight stroll. As soon as I reach a wooded area I take my clothes off and hand them high up on a tree's branch so that my wolf doesn't tear them to pieces when I shift. I don't fancy walking back naked.

I take a moment to let the moon's rays beam down on me through the canopy of the trees above. The moon beams are healing and empowering, as I feel the ethereal light dance upon my skin.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

For a moment I am at peace, my wolf and I the most connected we have ever been.

She forgiving me and I forgiving her for our joint loss.

Then for the first time in a long time, I let her take control.