Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 449

We thought him dead at one point. Jaxon was convinced even though he could still feel the triplet bond…how could he do that…to his family.

To his pack.

Any hopes of a smile breaking out on to my lips disappears as anger takes point, continuing to burn wildly throughout me, anger like I’ve never felt before.

Who did he think he was.

I keep my eyes on him, my wolf more than anything keen to not turn our back on him, this was a predator wolf…the highest ranking in a pack who had crept up on me already today without my noticing.

Slowly, I reach over to the sun bed and retrieve my bag. I needed to get out of here, to get away from him.

I needed some space to clear my head.

I move, almost the pace of a run, towards the main hotel building when he yanks at my elbow, pulling me back into his hard chest. A static shock noticeable from his touch.

The heavenly scent of coconut, that has deepened in his absence, invades my senses…almost rendering me unmoveable until my wolf reminds me again why I was moving in the first place.

Why he can’t be the only one to run away.

I escape out of his firm clasp taking a step into the hotel, the automatic doors sliding aside for me. Only to stop when his alpha command ploughs into me. He wasn’t my alpha, he wasn’t even from my pack…but I felt it all the same.

“I told you I would kill him if you touched him again…” His deep, emphasised growl, echoes through the lobby of the hotel.

Is he mad, this was human land.

I’m not an angry person but something about seeing him here, knowing this is where he has been all along makes me seethe.

“A what Jace? I dare you to finish that sentence.” I close the gap between us, my eyes burning with my wolf’s own rage. I don’t break eye contact not even as his state takes on a softer look.

“Look…I’m just a little startled to see you here…to watch his hand’s touching you…” He pauses, his eyes slamming shut before his thumb and forefinger pinch at the bridge of his nose. He was trying to mask his anger, mask his disappointment in seeing me here.

He had changed, he may not be the alpha of the Clear Waters pack as was his destiny, but he was still emitting power.

This male before me, even without a pack, was powerful, was a leader…he may not have claimed his birth right, but something about his wolf was giving off signals that it wasn’t affecting him, not like it should do.

“Just…come upstairs…so we can talk…please Cleo, for old time’s sake.” His hand reaches out to touch my shoulder before he stops it mid air, regretting his decision before he even made it.

There was a time he would fling me in his arms, catch me if I fell, even taught me to swim…now, not only can he barely look at me without anger clear in his expressions…he can’t even bare to touch me.