Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 585

“Here, that’s what online maps are for.” Jaxon passes me his tablet from behind the sofa, showing me a map of the Amber Desert area.

He spends the next hour showing me possible areas of expansion, of where I could build a local town to maximise a stream of regular revenue that would benefit the pack.

Offering jobs to pack members as well…something very much worth further consideration.

Josie and Knox both join us, huddling closely on the sofa opposite…Knox whispering into Josie’s ear. My gag reflex wasn’t that strong after pulling an all-nighter.

I launch a cushion at him…if he had that much energy he should have joined Jaxon and I last night at the borders.

“Where were you last night?” I growl out to Knox.

“In bed, with me.” Josie growls back.

“Exactly, you are on borders tonight...”

“Alright, alright.” He places his hands out in defence before throwing the cushion back at me as Ares enters into the room rubbing his eyes still half asleep.

He got a good couple of hours and yet he yawns like he’s not slept, fucking teenagers.

“You, also on borders tonight. It’s time you got used to other pack’s borders.” Launching the same cushion now at him.

“Why?”

“Well when I plan on taking your sister away on romantic breaks, it’s you I’m going to call upon for border back up.”

“Fuck that. I’m going for a swim.” Ares back-steps, heading back the way he came.

“Wait up, I’ll join…anyone else?” Josie jumps up, looking at us all expectantly.

“Sure.” Callie offers out…looking at me to join.

“I guess a morning swim wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll get my swimmers.” Josie declares only to return minutes later with a towel in her hand, whispering to Ares who seems to be looking towards the stairs.

“Everything alright?” Knox twists his neck as he remains on the sofa to look at his mate, my sister.

“Yes, the only one not swimming is Cleo.” Josie walks to the doorway, keeping her voice low.

“And me now it seems.” Ares sighs out, his head rolling back in frustration. He was sixteen, what did he have to be frustrated about.

“Why?” I press, his eyes meeting mine as he seems unsure of answering.

“She wants to train.” Josie shrugs out, her eyes also on me.