Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 405

“It’s fine Dad, I’m fine. Mine seems to work differently to Mum’s power.” I try to reassure him.

“It doesn’t matter, you should never do that again. You shall never put yourself in danger like that. Not for me, not for any body.”

I don’t answer because I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. This ability was new to me. I didn’t understand it either, but I didn’t fear it.

It was a gift, a blessing and I would use it as I see fit. I’m not going to purposefully put myself on the brink of death, but I also won’t see the people I love die unnecessarily.

“What did they want…the hunters?”

“He isn’t talking.” Dad grunts out, his head shaking with annoyance.

“He?”

“We captured one. Jaxon has been questioning him, but he’s not saying a word.”

A loud bang on the window steals our attention away, both of us now staring at my mate who continues to fight his way in.

“Let him in. Don’t be cruel.” I sigh out, not liking the fact that Knox was being punished for my decision.

“I’m not being cruel, he will want to mark you more than ever now. I should know.”

“I would like that too.”

“Then I will arrange it, but first I’m holding Mum good to her word and marrying her as soon as possible. Before she changes her mind.”

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I had been discharged out of the hospital later that day, keen to sit in on the trial of the captured hunter.

I was sat in-between Knox and Jace, Jaxon standing to the side of Dad.

It wasn’t lost on me that only Uncle Jude, Uncle Orpheus and Beta Riley were the others in attendance. Dad clearly didn’t want word to get out what was shared here today. Not even to pack members.

Meaning he has already signed the hunter’s death sentence, he just wants to extract as much information out of him before he cuts his life.

He has a black bag over his head, his hands tied behind him and his legs cuffed to the leg of the chairs. As Jaxon removes the bag it exposes his face…judging by his cuts and bruises, the torture side of extracting information didn’t work.

“You refuse to share information in exchange for your life…”

“My life? I wouldn’t trust my life in the hands of animals.” His eyes scan the room, the hatred burning out of him was evident. His anger wasn’t of a young man but of someone who has lived a hard full life. A sign he was carrying somebody else’s anger.

“Watch your tongue before I cut it out for you!” Mum’s eyes glow a dangerous blue, her wolf coming forward.