Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 241

Kaia POV

Before helping with the tidy up efforts first thing, I wanted to talk to Alora alone, I wanted to be the first to tell her that I had marked Hector.

Heading downstairs I have every intention of locating her, until I have an overwhelming need to enter Father’s office.

Because that is how it will always be to me, Father’s office.

It is mine now, I am the alpha…yet I can’t seem to step over the threshold, instead lingering by the door and staring absentmindedly at his desk as memories of him sitting there come to me.

Lies, lies that ran so deep that they shaped my childhood…my adulthood. I don’t want to be that kind of alpha, but maybe his DNA runs so deeply in me that I haven’t got a choice. Maybe I am destined to be like him, I am his daughter after all.

“You’re up, I expected you to sleep in until mid morning. Where’s Hector?” Alora walks past me into the office as she moves towards Father’s desk…she has no fear of touching it, or sitting at it now like I do. She won’t be like him, he hadn’t infected her.

“Asleep.” I respond, still not stepping over the threshold.

“Do you need something or are you going to stand there all day like a zombie. Go back to bed Kaia, Ezra and I are handling the tidy up…you need to rest. The Doctor said you were at the hospital all night…”

“I killed him…” I whisper out, but my words are not loud enough to stop her from talking.

“…you must be exhausted. I’ll let you know if anything needs your attention.”

“I killed him.” I try again as she busies herself with paperwork amongst his desk, until she looks up at me, her eyes furrowing with uncertainty.

“What did you just say?”

With a deep breath I take a step forward, crossing the threshold, I won’t be like him.

I won’t be, because I have Alora…I have Hector.

I close the door behind me, ensuring our conversation remains confidential. As far as the pack is concerned their beloved Alpha Beckett died from complications in surgery and that is how it will remain.

Whilst at the hospital last night, surrounded by trauma and fatal injuries…I realised I couldn’t keep this from Alora. She had a right to know…she needed to know the truth.

I won’t be him, I won’t let lies corrupt us.

“I killed him…Father. It was me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He was delirious when he woke up from surgery…or at least I thought he was, until I realised..” I start.

“Realised what?” She slowly places the documents down on the desk, before giving me her undivided attention.

“That his masked had slipped, his true identity was coming forward. Mother didn’t die in childbirth Alora, he killed her when she confronted him, when she refused to believe his lie any longer.” I take a step closer to her but she takes a step back.

“What lie…what are you saying?”