Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 288

~ Knox ~

A handful of times Jaxon has let his anger get the better of him in my presence, I thought he was on top of it.

The alpha training programme teaches the future leaders to navigate around pack business, handle political influence from other packs and from even within, and most importantly improve their self stamina…prepare them to defend their title.

I noticed Jaxon’s aura the moment he arrived, the most powerful to date that I have come across. Jace was also a strong alpha male, but Jaxon was different.

I’ve never seen his aura aimed at his own though, aimed at his family. A family member that didn’t battle back with her own aura.

She will have it, she is the daughter of the most powerful alphas in existence today. So why didn’t she use it, and why was Alpha Hector by her side, preparing to catch her.

My mind was spinning again with theories, of why I can’t get a straight answer from pack members when I ask about Red. What were they hiding.

I follow his wolf, letting him bash against trees, break branches as if they were twigs, letting him chase after that never-reaching destination. He just keeps running and every time we run the length of the pack grounds towards a border, he turns and changes direction just as we reach each guard look out point.

After countless hours of running, he takes us to a clearing, his wolf slowing down…his stamina starting to show signs of finally letting up. I seize the opportunity.

“Remember your breathing techniques!” I order at him as soon as I shift, his wolf’s response an aggressive snarl aimed in my direction. His wolf was in control, Jaxon having given over to that primal need.

“You need to let Jaxon take control back.” I demand at his wolf, preparing to shift at any second. There’s a reason you don’t let your guard down in front of a beast like this.

Picking up speed he bounds towards me, his paw swipe at my face, my body moving quickly enough as I jump back into a shift, my wolf coming forward just in time.

We fight…I’m blocking and he is attacking. I don’t want to harm him, his anger is misplaced. He’s angry at his brother for leaving, not at me. I try to remember this with each painful slash across my torso.