Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 515

~ Cleo ~

He is not mine, he is not mine.

I need to repeat it to myself internally as his coconut scent cocoons itself around me,

something invisible to the naked eye…yet I feel it, it can’t just be me. I can’t be imagining the

power he holds over me.

I finally have him alone, I need to tell him…but his closeness is doing something to me…making

me lose all inner thought, all inner self control.

“Jace.” His voice is a longing moan that vibrates across my lips, my eyes slowly lifting to find his

flashing between him and that of his wolf.

Green, dark green, green…

I just wanted to be alone, to regather myself but I spent too long away, he’s come looking for me.

“Jace, you can go…” I take a step back, my eyes turning when my back hits the cabinets behind

me. I had no way of escaping.

His aura starts to mix into the already unbreathable closeness between us, a strength similar to

the hotel night when I tried to leave.

“Cleo.” My name on his tongue sends a bolt of electricity into my bones, I’m too late to bite

down on my tongue to suppress the moan that escapes me.

“Don’t!” I shoot my hand out in warning, trying to put some distance between us. He shouldn’t

even be here, his mate was back at the alpha house, he should be with her.

My hand touches his chest, and I push hard against it, trying to force him away from me. Give

me enough room to back him up so that I can leave the cabin as quickly as possible.

But when it lands upon his chest, I remind myself just how muscular he is, how strong he truly

is. Flashbacks of two months ago flitter into my mind, memories that I have tried to prevent from

resurfacing since then.

Fingers lace around my hand, before I am pulled closer into him, the air in my lungs being forced

out by the swift movement as I bounce off his chest.

A freeing sense of rapture builds within me as he pulls my hand to his lips, my eyes fixed on his

every movement as he places the back of my hand to his mouth.

“I need to explain.” I can barely hear his voice from the sound of my own heart beating loudly in

my ears.

I shake my head as his free hand moves down my hand to my wrist, his touch leaving a tingling

sensation dancing upon my skin. The pull to him intensifies, like something so deep-rooted in

me that I have no control over it, even if I try.