Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 427

He may be a werewolf but something about him gives me the creeps.

My footsteps towards him are now weighted, my strides heavy. I wouldn’t be knocked down so easily. It was just him; his protective barrier now fighting Jaxon.

This is what we needed, we needed him alone. I couldn’t waste this opportunity.

“You’re bold.” He calls over to me as I glare at him, metres between us.

“I am?”

“You’re the only one that has gotten this close to me.” His eyes cast behind me, towards my family…a trick to distract me.

“Sounds like divine providence to me, I won’t let it go to waste.” I scoff out, my own lips forming to a smirk. My foot steps sideways as he follows suit, the two of us circling one another.

“My dear, you can’t beat me. You can heal me…something I find most interesting…but your gifts are nothing to your mother’s.” His eyes flicker to Mum, pure hatred flaring up in me as he dares to look at her.

“It’s a good thing I can fight then…” I seethe out, my hands clenching into tight fists as I prepare to attack him.

I run towards him but he deflects my move, pushing me back. I try again, trying to find an opening, I had youth on my side…I could keep doing this until his energy levels fade…then I’d get the opening I needed.

I just needed to wear him out, keep chipping away. I charge at him again, but he’s fast…pushing me away from him.

Humour lands on his face as I stumble back. But I’m not falling down so easily. I reach out, my fingers gripping on to his top, pulling him down with me.

My face inches from his, he looks older than he is, yet he still moves like a keen fighter.

He doesn’t fall on top of me but instead lands on his knees, my back coming into contact with the ground.

A hand snakes around my throat, holding me firmly in position beneath him…a knee pushing down on my thighs to keep me locked in place.

“I don’t think you can heal yourself can you?” He snarls as his face lowers closer to mine. His spare hand brushes across my neck, the area where my mate mark should be.

He looks up, as I hear an almighty growl heading in our direction.