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

Chapter 0199 Kala POV

These bodies...skeletons had been here for some time, years even. Were they the remains of the pack members that were killed in the attack that I was supposed to have escaped when I was 16.

My wolf was stirring, if that was the case these were our people. My parent's pack...my Mother's pack. How could they be so coldly slain.

"Hector....these bodies look as if they have been here for a while. Do you think they are from the attack that my Father made me flee from?" I whisper, it felt inappropriate to speak at a normal volume around this mass burial...not even a burial.

"They could be. But if the attackers didn't remain and take on the pack, why didn't Beckett return to burry his people, and more importantly to claim back your land?" Hector was right, I could feel the unease from my wolf, something smelled off.

"I want to give them a proper burial, they deserve a proper burial." They had been so coldly left, not given the burial for the moon goddess...who could do such a thing.

"They do, but not now. If we start disturbing them it might bring unwanted attention our way. We haven't come across anyone yet...let's keep it that way." Hector whispers into my ear, my emotions were all over the place but his gentle caress on my cheek help to ground be back to my centre.

His grip around my waist was super tight, the tightest I think it has ever been.

Stepping carefully over the fallen, we move towards what we assume is the pack house.

My family home.

The grounds have no unpleasant smell of death, that scent left years ago, replaced by the floral perfume of overgrown greenery and wild flowers. Nature had taken back its control on these lands and she was thriving,

The house is like any other Alpha house, bigger than most buildings in the pack to differentiate between the Alpha family and the pack members. It had cute white but now stained and rusty french panel shutters outside of every window, a tall archway outside the front door that had now overgrown with roses. I have to in fact pull back the stems...cutting my finger on a few thorns.

Hector pushes ahead of me pulling out a pocket knife and cutting at the roses to make a semi walkable pathway.

Once through, he pulls me towards him, placing my fingers to his lips and sucking out the thorns before licking his tongue along my skin.

His eyes hold a deliciously devious glare to them, the mate bond coming to life as I feel his intentions. My cheeks blush under his seductive gaze and if our current location wasn't so dire, I would let my body be his for the taking.

He holds me back behind his outstretched arm as he turns the knob on the front door.

I'm not really sure what I was expecting...a skeleton to jump out at me...but as the now open door hits.

against the inside wall, the place looks spotless. Except for a few cobwebs that show the sign of time.

Whites and blues decorate this home, in keeping with the coastal location.

My footsteps echo against the wooden floor as I walk in...testing my mind for any memories

But again no luck.

A picture hangs on the wall of a male with black sleek hair and a teenage female with sunkissed skin and long flowing brown hair.

"That's me?" It was more of a rhetorical question, I knew it was me..but as I looked into the man's eyes that stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder...nothing, no memory stirs.

Father...he looked younger than in the photos Alora had shown me.

In those pictures he had a white stripe in his hair and a scarred eye.

There was also no sign of the limp Alora told me he had suffered with. This was him, the proud Alpha of the Clear Waters pack, before the attack of course.

Before I had left him.

"Kaia?" Hector's hand gently touches my shoulder as I remain transfixed on the large photograph. "Hmm?"

"Let's keep moving." He encourages me to move on, we didn't want to spend a lot of time here.

"Okay." I nod in agreement, we can always come back.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

We stick together, Hector continuing to hold my hand and enter each room first.

We enter the Alpha office, where I gasp at the picture of my mother hanging on the wall. She was standing in a flowing cream dress, her hand proudly holding her round pregnant belly...Alora and me. Other than her Greek goddess-like beauty there is no sign that she had a hidden ancestry, that she was a white wolf like me. She looked like a happy female that was excited to meet her babies.

"Can we go upstairs?" I murmur to Hector keen to find my old bedroom. He nods in response having searched through the desk, but nothing to help him with his research of my past.

We head upstairs where the house starts to become darker, the bedroom curtains still drawn. I think I find what must have been my old room.

The biggest sign was clothes that would still fit me today...a few magazines but nothing that would help me with my memories.

I let my fingers brush against each item, each piece of furniture to help create new memories.

"It's time to leave." Hector's voice comes abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't think we are alone anymore."