Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 567

~ Cleo ~

I move his hands off my face…I can’t look him in the eyes. My mind was spiralling and I couldn’t stop it.

Freya.

Borders.

Alora….

Supplies.

My mind was making lists of things that need sorting…things that would keep me going right now. If I stopped for a second I fear I would crumble under the heavy burden of guilt.

The hospital.

The injured.

The dead.

No…Alora…

My legs were trembling as I try to remain upright…but she was dead…Alora was dead.

How will they ever forgive me.

There must be something…something in these drawers, in this safe…on this desk that tells me where Medea has escaped to.

I want to kill her myself…I don’t think I’ve ever felt such deadly anger coursing through my body.

She needed to die, and now.

“Cleo…I need you to look at me.” His voice is like a beacon calling me home during a terrifying storm at sea. He was guiding me to him, all I had to do was listen…to open up to him.

“I can’t..” I shake my head, refusing to give in. If I give in…the guilt takes over, the pain takes me..I will be surrendering myself to it.

“Cleo…just stop.” He grabs me, pinning me against the wall and him, holding my hands behind my lower back with one hand…the other trailing up my body, resting against my neck and collarbone.

The scent of coconut brutally invades my senses, not giving me a chance to fight it. That gravitational pull to him playing with dirty tricks.

“Are we really having a baby?” I didn’t expect those words to leave his lips. Why isn’t he yelling at me, blaming me…hating me.

“I….” Reactively, from those unexpected words at a time like this, I look up into his green eyes, eyes that look down at me with mixed emotions.

I see pain, sadness, growing need for vengeance but I see love, happiness…even excitement at the prospect of being a daddy.

“Yes…” the words “we” wasn’t lost on me.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you stay? Had you of stayed that morning…had you of reached out…”

“Ouch.” He sadly smiles out, my breath catching as his hand moves from my neck down to my stomach…cupping at my lower belly.

I bite down on the moan that wants to leave me when he slowly lifts the hem of my top up, as tingles erupt across my tummy from his touch.