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

Kaia POV

I slowly come to, expecting to open my eyes to find myself back at the alpha house of the Dark Phantom pack.

But when I am suddenly greeted with darkness, my heart drops knowing that I am still chained and held against my will.

"Hector?" My mouth moves before my head does, my desire to make sure he is alive even if my words come out slurred. My mouth feels dry, my tongue thick and coated... "I'm still here..." Thank the goddess, he was still alive.

"Me too.." A voice makes me freeze as a warm breath lands upon the back of my neck.

"Samson?"

"Hello Kaia, are you ready to tell me now." His voice is tense yet controlled as it comes from the shadows.

"Tell you what?"

I try to move my neck, the cramping within it was getting worse.

"What happened to Beckett Kaia, what did you do to your father?"

Whatever he had given me hadn't worn off, I was still drowsy. Making me hear things because why, chaining me and Hector in a dungeon, would he be asking about my dead father...

My eyes work hard to focus in on Hector, he was looking pale. I could smell his blood, the silver chains cutting into his flesh.

Time was up, we need to get out of here, I needed to get him out.

"Complications..."

"Don't spill that same shit as him..." Red hot anger expels out of Samson. His hand fists into my hair, yanking my head back, pain resonating from the harshness of his touch as a blade is held under my throat. "What happened to your father Kaia?" He asks impatiently, the blade threatening to cut at my throat. My heart is racing, my hazy mind trying to come up with an escape plan.

"He won't hurt you Kaia." Hector murmurs out from the darkness, his aura that had been strong was starting to fade.

I was running out of time.

"No...but I can hurt her indirectly.."

What does that mean?

Before I know it, the blade is launched into the darkness my eyes follow it until it is swallowed up by the blackness.

It hits something...a grunt escaping him.

"Hector?" I scream out, pulling against my own chains.

"You keep making me do these things..."

"No... No..." I see the glint of the silver syringe in his hand again...NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I fight against him, headbutting my head into his nose but even then he continues to inject me. I don't even hear Hector, I don't hear him fighting against the chains as he did before... The darkness in front of me spreads into my own mind whatever Samson had given me, puts me under

again.

I make the mistake of opening my eyes expecting to be in the same dark gloomy dungeons, when I am greeted by blinding light.

I had been moved.

It makes me sick to my stomach to think I had yet again been moved...touched without my knowledge.

Too sedated to even know what had happened to me.

My eyes burn as they adjust to the new setting, glorious sunlight beams through an open window where a small breeze blows floral dusty curtains into a billowing shape. Where was I...

I could still feel the drugs in my system. The sedative, that my wolf is trying to push away as it keeps trying to suck me back under..my wolf trying to stop us from being sleepy. Trying to let our adrenaline kick in. She was working over time. My mouth is dry, my tongue has a fuzzy coating on top of it, that makes me want to gag.

It takes me a moment to realise I am not sitting up as I was in the dungeon, I am laying down, my neck pulling from overstretching it in my state of disarray.

Something heavy weighs at my arms again, my muscles feg dull and heavy.

Dread reaches my stomach...I am tied

to a bed.

I've never felt so vulnerable in all my life.

I start pulling at the rope that hold my arms, a small amount of leave-way has been given to me in order to turn in my sleep, but nothing that can help me get off the bed.

The rope aren't the same as the chains, these have been laced in wolfsbane. The harder I pull, the harder they start to cut into my flesh...my face wincing from the pain.

I was already exhausted, already ready to go back to sleep. My energy was low, my mind foggy...then I remember, the blade...Hector.

I move against the restraints, their power on me loosening. I can do this, I can break free and get to

Hector. Save Hector.

The light continues to burn at my eyes, I was used to the pitched blackness of the dungeons that my eyes needed time to adjust to the brightness of the room I had been moved into.

My heart rate picks up, I was alone...

My eyes look around trying to calm myself, to think...I take a deep breath in, the fresh air almost making me choke compared to the stale old air of the dungeon. I could call out for help, someone must be nearby, someone should be able to hear me. "Help!" I call out but my throat is sore, my voice raspy. was severely dehydrated...how long had we been here. What day was it even..

The bedroom door opens and I expect Samson to walk in, but to my surprise Alpha Zederick walks into the door. I have to blink shut my eyes a few times, was I hallucinating.

My eyes follow him as he walks towards the bed, as he takes a seat on the end of it.

What was he doing here...had Hector and I been found. Was he here to help, had he helped us.

"Don't worry Kaia...you're going to be fine." He softly smiles, his eyes looking at the rope around my arms and chest.

"Did you help him, is he okay?" Yes, he must have found us and moved us. I was safe now...I was miles away from that dungeon.

"Help?" His eyebrows furrow as he leans closer to me.

"Hector...he was in the dungeons with me. Did you get him out..." He must have done because he got me

out.

"Oh Kaia honey, you're delirious...you've had too much sedative put into you." His lips curl up into an unpleasant smirk.

"No, Hector....Samson...he...he chained him in silver...a blade..." He must have found him, he had to, if he found me then he had to.

I close my eyes, trying to feel the pull to Hector, it was weak but it was still there.

He was still alive...just.

"How did you get me out?"

"Out of where, the dungeons?"

"Yes..."

"We brought you upstairs, I didn't want to you witness his death.."

Upstairs, I was only upstairs...

"Samson?" Did he mean witness Samson's death, had they been forceful in breaking in.

"No Hector...."

"Hector?" I gasp out.

"Yes, Kaia I'm going to help you, help you get rid of him"

"Rid of Hector?"

"He marked you, without your consent. He isn't a good mate Kaia, unlike me...I would keep you safe."

My breathing starts to increase, as blood pumps fast around my body. Danger...I was in real danger. My pull on the ropes is strong, the wolfsbane burning into my skin but I didn't care.

My eyes dart to the window, if I could just get to it, shout for help or jump out. Zederick's eyes follow my line of vision, glancing behind him to the window. He stands up, moving to the window and closing it. That panic that had course through me now turns to anger, hatred.

"You lied to me, it was Hector that saved me..." I spit out.

How could I have been so stupid, so gullible.

"Only from the mess he made...he was responsible for your sister's own attempt on her life.."

"What are you talking about?"

"Alora, she tried to kill herself...that's why she needed the kidney transplant...she drank wolfsbane." "How do you know that?"

"I have my ways Kaia, you'd be surprised what people are willing to say for the right price."