Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 223

Hector POV

As Orpheus and Than arrived together, and it looked like Orpheus would now be staying for a while, I leant Than a pack vehicle, he needed to be gone.

I needed more information, more information than Jude’s research books could give me. If Kaia keeps insisting on putting herself in danger, I need facts to give her the wake up call she needs. Jude’s contact might be the only one who can give us that information.

Samson might be dead but I didn’t know what Alpha Marc might know.

A risk I wasn’t willing to wait for. I needed to act and act now.

There were too many missing pieces, things that didn’t make sense. Beckett was cold, brutal…but was he capable of killing his own mate? For sinning against the moon goddess even more so by killing his pack?

He dared to warn me, asked if I was her true mate…that he knew what it takes to keep the white wolf safe.

Is that what he thinks he was doing, keeping his mate safe by killing her….

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Kaia needed to rest, a long car journey was the last thing she needed but I wanted to hit the road as soon as possible.

This contact might change her mind tomorrow, it was only by Jude’s negotiation skills that she agreed to see us today.

I also needed to find out how Jude managed to find her in the first place and build up a level of mutual trust between the pair of them.

I expected the location to be by a coastline but whoever this contact is, she clearly wanted to be as far away from the reminder of water as possible…her location as the most central part of the country. Luckily an area that was human owned, no pack lands were for miles…which meant I didn’t have to prearrange with an alpha prior to entering their lands.

Both Kaia and I were free to roam. However as the trees by the side of the road became more dense the closer we got to the location, I did start to regret bringing Kaia with me.

The overwhelming desire to protect her washes over me, it a constant flow that courses through my veins but the fact I am willingly taking her into a potentially dangerous situation doesn’t sit well with my wolf, and why should it.

This goes against his very nature.

She places her hoodie over her legs, her hand touching the climate fans in the car.

She was cold…I bite down on the desire to make a comment about how she helped Rosa again.

“Are you cold?”