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

Chapter 0025 Chapter 0025 Alora POV

By the time my doctor's appointment had finished, Beta Zane was already waiting for Than outside. Some kind of security development that required immediate attention. Whatever was happening. Than would have to tell me soon. I will be sworn in as Luna when the timing is right and become just as responsible for the safety of the pack.

I get it, I'm still recovering. But I'm not talking about going out on border patrol, Whatever is happening, he can update me from the safety of the alpha house. As hard as I try, I I couldn't get the photograph or lack of wedding dress out of my head. Something was niggling within me, my wolf growing stronger by the day and picking up on something strange.

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I walk home alone, getting the odd look from pack members who don't seem keen to return my friendly smile. They were angry at me, angry for what I put their alpha through. I'll have my work cut out to prove I can be the Luna they deserve. As soon as I close the front door behind me, I hear Freya calling out to me from the kitchen.

This was another thing, Freya was the female beta...she should be assisting Zane...not babysitting me.

At least she was alone and I plan to use that to my advantage.

I walk straight into his office, knowing exactly what I want and where I safely put it back..

It was a gusty day outside, yet bright sunshine still roared through the windows lighting Than's office perfectly. However, I still find myself needing to turn his desk lamp on, just to inspect it closely one more time.

I've always had a soft glow, an olive type skin tone....but the me in this photograph is glowing. Not a person that woke up, got married and then went back into a coma.

I didn't look half dead, even now my skin colour was still greyer than usual. I was still recovering.

Freya??" She replies half listening as she is busying herself by the sink.

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"Remember what?"

"This?" This?

She turns to look at me, her eyes reacting where her lips are now tightly closed. Her eyes widen as she looks at the photograph held out in my hand. "Why can't I remember this?"

Her lips start to turn white from the pressure she is applying to keep quiet. Her chest has stopped inhaling air as she seems to be holding her breath. Her reaction was the confirmation I needed. "I won't tell Than or Zane, I promise. My mind is confusing memories and I can't place what should have

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the happiest day of my life. Please Freya, otherwise I'll have to ask Than, and I don't want him to think my memory is...

She shakes her head, keeping her lips sealed tightly.

"Please Freya." I reach for her hand over the kitchen island that separates us. She must pick up on my desperation because her shaking head finally turns into a slow nod.

"It's not your memory." She cuts me off, her lips already regaining a pinkish tone to them.

"It's not my memory...what does that mean?" My hand lets goes of hers and travels up to my temple, slowly rubbing at the headache now developing.

"You can't tell Than or Zane that I told you.."

"I won't."

"I

I mean it Alora, I've been given strict instructions to not mention her." Her eyes display the seriousness of the situati

"Who?"

"The woman in the picture...it's not you."

"Who is it?"

"That is the Alpha's wife."

"Wife?"

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I felt like my heart was dropping, from a great height. As if I was plummeting to the ground. My stomach giving that weightless feel.

The kitchen island is the only thing holding me up, my legs are threatening to collapse from under me.

Wife?

A wife that looks like me?

No that can't be tight.

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"I don't understand, why does she look like me..." My question is cut short when the front door opens I am only just quick enough to hide the photograph in my back jean pocket. Than's roasted chestnut and cinnamon scent travels ahead of him with the aid of the windy weather invading the alpha home. Her arrival is announced by the high heels that sound against the wooden floored hall way.

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Freya uses the opportunity to not only evade me but the impending torturous questioning of Luna Medea. I adore Than's mother but she can be domineering and Intense. * She was dressed as any powerful Luna should be; white trouser suit, sunglasses and nude high heels.

"Alora, I can't believe it...look at you." She opens her arms out to me and I push off the kitchen counter that had been holding me up with Freya's truth bomb, and run into her arms. After a short embrace, she pushes me out from her, cupping my face i