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

Hector POV

A dull ache wakes me up, until pain fully registers and it burns at my skins across my arms, chest and throat.

Silver.

I was chained in silver.

I search the darkness, my eyes falling upon a figure chained on a chair just like me.

No...

My eyes focus but I already knew, I could feel her through the bond...that overwhelming need to get her the hell out of here, wherever here is.

It's the figure that moves behind her, stroking my mate's hair across her forehead as her head is slumped to the side...

"Get your fucking hands off my mate.." I roar out at Samson.

"Now now Hector...I'm sure if she knew the truth she would be willing for us to remove that mark." He snarls at me, his hands roaming across her neck...pausing on her upper chest. "What truth?" I pull at the chains, the silver eating into my flesh.

"Oh come now, don't be coy. That you are actually also mates with her twin sister...that her sister's deteriorating health that led to her father's death is your fault. That you led your first mate to suicide.... 'mean, shall I carry on?". The prick has a sadistic smile upon his face.

I pull on the chains again, trying to break their hold on me but all they do is sink deeper into my skin. Burning more at my now raw flesh.

"You know shit!" I roar out whilst pulling on the chains.

I wasn't going to listen to him telling me about my past that he knew nothing about, the trials I had been through.

How I did what I thought was best at the time...I could turn back time and I'll be damned if he tries to use this against me.

My eyes scan the room, dark and cold.

It was some kind of cellar, some kind of dungeon judging by the individual cells. It was only Kaia and I held captive in here...they came for us and us alone.

My eyes fall upon my mate, my eyes straining as they start to focus better in this pitch black room. Her chains are a dark colour, they aren't silver like mine.

Relief, and it's not a relief I want but it is relief, that he doesn't want to hurt her. That he must need her alive.

I had time, I still had time to get her out of here.

"What exactly happened...with Beckett's death?" Samson's outline moves within the shadows, as he reaches for something behind him. "Complications..."

"Don't feed me that bullshit, she might believe the lies that come out of your mouth but I don't. Incredible, she is doomed for him as a father, then she gets you as a mate." "You know nothing..." I snarl back.

"Oh really? You only became interested when she moved to the Nightshade Reformed pack... When she had a position of power." His toxic words are far from the truth. "No." I growl out fighting against the chains again, his laughter bouncing off the cold stone walls from my unbearable pain.

I don't care, I'll keep pulling at these chains until they finally buckle.

"Why did you cover up the autopsy? You didn't want her to find out something...what?"

How does he know so much, who has been feeding him information.

The only person that knows about the autopsy is the Doctor and me, the doctor wouldn't have betrayed

her... he was the one that found the empty syringe.

He was the one that knew what she had done, as did I.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Just us two...we haven't told a single soul. So how did Samson know I covered up the autopsy to protect

Kaia.

"Why would I cover up Beckett's cause of death?" I laugh out, as if the thought was preposterous.

"You're covering it up aren't you, covering up what she did..."

If he was clever enough he may have just heard my heart skip a beat.

"She did what?"

"She killed Beckett."

"Why the fuck would she kill Beckett?" I growl out.

"She found out, didn't she, found out and took action...took revenge." Suddenly I want him to lose his composure, I want him to tell me more.

"Found out what?" I continue to growl out, my frustration levels heightened by his behaviour and these fucking chains...

"That Beckett killed her mother."

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