Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

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Alora POV

"You mustn't over exert yourself dear."

"I'm not, it's just a small run around the pack borders,"

"And does Than know?" Medea purses her lips at me, her toned down reddish hair bouncing as I try to keep up with her fast walking. I feel like a naughty school child being returned to the headmaster having been found out of class. "Does he need to know?" "Alora, you are still under a doctor's care you can't go running for miles when you still aren't well."

Medea caught me heading towards the training field and insisted on escorting me back to the alpha house, at once.

I needed to do something, I was going stir crazy. I wasn't the official Luna therefore couldn't complete any Luna task, so there wasn't a lot in the day to keep me occupied.

"I'm just bored Medea. I'm not doing anything, I need to do something."

"You're just like Than, you need to learn the art of patience. Honestly what is it with the youth of today, always in a hurry. We've only just got you back, let's not push you too hard too soon hhmm?"

She stops suddenly turning to me, her change in actions almost making me crash into her.

"I suppose so."

"That's my girl. Now I need to leave for a few hours and speak with Than's Father. I'll be back as soon as I can..."

"How is Alpha a Damon?"

"Fat, bored of being retired..."

Send him my best."

"Of course dear, very kind."

Alpha

Damon

non was different to Medea and Than, he didn't have that same hot temper that they possess. He was more reserved, yet in his hay day, no one would dare cross him.

It was Damon that stepped in, stopping Than and Hector from killing each other that day.

Busted and del

I can never win against Medea, no one ever can, I head back to the alpha house.

As I cut across a path onto grass, I see Freya leave the front door, carrying boxes in her hands. 2

I

My boxes....what the...

Where was she taking my boxes?

I follow her, keeping back as she seems to mutter to herself. My hearing still isn't as strong as it should be but something about being just a servant and not the female beta. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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She

wasn't wrong.

At f first I think she is going to her home, but she doesn't she takes a different route, a route she has shown

me before.

The route to take me to the empty house of Kaia's.

Мле

Why would Freya bring my boxes here?

These were my boxes, my property.

I stay back, hiding behind a large tree, I'm not meant to be down this way...even Freya told me I shouldn't

return.

It's not healthy to look into a life that you are jealous of, but that is what I am doing.

After Freya left, I waited 10 minutes in my hiding spot before entering the house.

Taking my time to look through each cupboard, each drawer... more thoroughly this time. I'm going to be missed by now but I don't care. I've entered some kind of toxic mind set and I can't leave until I know more.

I walk up her stairs....this is going to hurt but I can't help myself...

I head into her bedroom and open the wardrobe to find her wedding dress.

Would it be sick of me to try it on?

Yes I think it would be.

So why am I already taking it off the hangers, placing it already over my head.

I'm not entirely sure what has happened, but I am now standing in front of a mirror wearing a wedding dress that belonged to my mate's ex wife.

Who happens to look like me.

Who took my place whilst I was unconscious.

This is wrong, twisted.

sturbed by my own actions, I reach behind for the small circular fabric buttons on my back, to take the dress off, when I finally notice the boxes piled up by the side of her bed. Yes Than was hurting, yes he was angry...but what good would storing my boxes here do anyone...

He must have known I would only ask where they had been moved to?

I've never actually taken the time to go through my past, especially when my parents died. It hurt too much to go through paperwork, to go through memories.

But I was older now, wiser. Perhaps now was the right time. I also wouldn't want Than to find anything else that might have been kept without my knowledge

At

least t him not thinking I would be here, I am not disturbed. I must have been here for hours sorting through paperwork, old contracts, old documents that serve no purpose now. +23 BO

Chapte

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of f me as a baby have been kept and I can't help but giggle at the pictures, my parent's holding me safely in their arms...their faces full of pure glee.

How old wa How Old

I was I here, I can't be more than a few months...

I turn the photo to look at the back when a note is written in my Dad's handwriting.

"First time we met Alora."

What an odd way to describe my birth.

Another photograph this time of them holding me, standing outside our old house.

"First time we brought Alora home."

I look at the photo more closely, I was wearing a pink babysuit but Mum was fully dressed and standing outside our old house. She look amazing for having just given birth. I reach deeper into the box of hidden memories, pulling out more photographs and a piece of paper.

My breathing catches in my throat.

This isn't a birth certificate, it's an adoption certificate.

Ebony Woods