Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 442

But why should he, this is about him, about the crimes to him.

His other hand snakes up my body, from my waist up to my jawline where it joins the other hand…and both cup around my face.

“I, Kit Knoxbridge, accept you Josephina Varon, daughter of the alphas, as my fated mate…”

“What are you doing…” I gasp out, my hands moving to clasp on to his.

“Hush…I love you beyond measure, I want to protect you…even at times from yourself. I want to be by your side always and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how you have saved me Josie…how you are the one that brought me back.”

My eyes blink out the tears, his eyes bleeding out into black as a hunger takes over them.

I gasp out as he tilts my head to the side, his lips pressing against the sensitive part of my skin before his teeth sink in.

I scream out as he bites down on bone, vivid memories flittering through my mind, from him. Memories of everything…his younger years…his family.

The day they were killed…how he hid in the treeline…his father’s eyes focusing on his hiding place just

before his life was stolen from him.

Uncontrollable emotions wash over me, hitting me all at once…making it hard to breathe.

How he wishes he could have stopped it, how he wishes he could tell them he survived, that he would be alright.

Memories of him living alone, living in alleyways…in the rain, until he found shelter with an older couple that took him in…that helped him.

How they encouraged him to train…pushed him to defend himself.

The heartache all over again at their deaths, when he was alone again…when he started the alpha training programme.

The memories continue, all within the space of only a few seconds but it feels like a lifetime.

When he met my brothers, when he faced Jaxon’s wolf for the first time…all these memories are superfast and hard to concentrate on.

Then it’s me…the first time he saw me in my leather jacket…the memory slows as he watches my red flowing hair bounce when I walk. His eyes scanning my body, lingering on my ass.

That’s how much I love him…and I need him to know that.

His fear of losing me controls his actions…but I need him to see that every day is taken for granted…that we shouldn’t worry when our time will end, but celebrate the love we have, this connection between us.

My lips are on his neck before he has even had the chance to realise, my teeth biting down on his bone…a gasp escaping him as he pulls me into him...that gasp shifting into a moan.

I bite down hard, showing no sign of uncertainty, no doubt…he needs to know how long I have wanted to do this.

How now being able to see into his soul reassures me that he means what he said. That he doesn’t blame me, that he is unwilling to lose me.

I share my memories with him, all of them. The first time we met in the nightclub, how his dark broody eyes ruined every other male for me…I just didn’t know it. Because I was too young to know what he was to me then.

I show him everything….every feeling I have had for him…even anger at him for ending things. That anger feeling spreading out and replaced with love and total acceptance of him and his wolf. How they are mine…my wolf’s and mine’s.

How no matter what comes our way, we will fight it side by side, as the moon goddess intended.