Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 520

Just tell them Cleo, tell them who the real father of the baby is…

“You’re acting Mum as if my baby is an issue, you said yourself that the entire pack was behind me…that you didn’t care about the baby’s father.”

“Human or not, you are still having a baby without a mate…” Her words are like a hundred arrows to the chest.

“Rosa, you didn’t just say that?” Dad, shocked by her words, looks as if she had slapped him across the face.

“Don’t pretend that isn’t what you are thinking..” She seethes out, her eyes glowing to that of her wolf.

“Of course not, you and I of all people know that our past doesn’t define us.” His lowly warns Mum.

“I don’t have a mate.”

“Yes you do, everybody has a mate you just couldn’t wait could you. You had to get yourself

knocked up..”

“Rosa!” Dad’s roaring aura emits out of him at such a speed I have to check that it isn’t directed at me. My bedroom is now shrouded in a state of darkness, the lights flickering, as he places his command completely on Mum.

With a whimper escaping her it doesn’t take long before she submits to his command. Like I’ve always said Mum can’t breathe without Dad, it’s like she stops functioning.

So for him to place a command upon her, she wouldn’t dare to fight it…she never once has tried to fight it.

Knocked up…Mum has always had moments of madness. She was doing better in recent years,

maybe because Ares and I weren’t as demanding on her time, but it’s like I’m a child again, protecting Ares from her erratic behaviour.

What she has said cannot be taken back, she meant what she said…knocked up.

A wave of undeniable protection washes over me, my baby wasn’t a mistake.

I want this baby, I might have been doubtful at first but my baby has done nothing wrong.

And I can’t stay in a pack, in a household that will throw it back in my face, that will make any child of mine feel any less wanted, any less loved than if they had been conceived in a mate bond.

“Got it!” I tiptoe, grabbing a weekend bag off the top of my wardrobe and violently throwing clothing and necessities in.