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

"Last night was well in control. The only person that seems to worry about the defence of the borders is you..."

"That's not fair." I grit my teeth.

"Last night was the first time there has been action at the borders for years Josie. Your unnecessary need for weapons just doesn't fit into our community." "Jaxon..." I scream out in frustration, letting him get the better of me.

He takes a threatening step towards me, perhaps I'll always be the one to challenge him, perhaps that's the role of a sibling.

I won't back down.

"Steady..." Knox's voice rumbles as he takes a side step closer to me, his arm shooting out as it hangs between Jaxon and I.

He is met with a flash of teeth from Jaxon, whose eyes remain on me.

"Control yourself Jaxon." Knox continues to whisper in a hoarse tone, his body angling more towards me. Jaxon wouldn't dare, he wouldn't dare to use his command on me again. Surely? "Josie, when will you finally hear me... When I am alpha, I will not permit guns to be used on the borders."

"Like you say Jaxon, when you are Alpha." My pointed look is of a challenging kind as I stare firmly into his eyes. I don't care who he thinks he is, we shared a womb...I'll happily bring him back down to earth. "There will be no place for guns on my pack lands Josie, which means if you are hell bent on living with guns...maybe there won't be a place for you in the future of this pack."

Bastard. He's got me by my imaginary balls now.

"Well, who knows what the future holds. If Jace refuses to return, maybe you are staring at the future alpha of the Clear Waters pack already."

"You know that isn't possible Josie. Now quit this before I really do lose my temper and take your title from you from where you stand." He threatens, his face leaning in closer to me, before he turns and storms off.

I shake off his anger, his hate at being disobeyed. Reaching for the guns I start placing them away in the holdall bags to take back to the armoury. Cursing under my breath, venting out the anger he has caused within me.

Knox helps me, in a mutual silence as my blood continues to boil at Jaxon's words. I'm stewing on his words too much, he would never do that to me, but just like Dad...his patience only goes so far. Luckily I've never pushed Dad past the point of no return, unlike my brothers.

"So where did you need to go?" Knox's calm voice pulls me out from my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"On the bike, where did you need me to take you?"

"Oh, I...erm, I have a location on my car. I was wondering if you could drop me off to collect it?" I keep packing the bags, bending down as I preparing to pack the table away and put it back in the cabin. Full well knowing Knox is watching me, perhaps that's why my body is taking a little longer today to get back up. Annoyingly every time I dress now, my mind pictures his face as he looks me up and down. I can't even pick my clothes now without wanting a reaction from him.

"You've had a text from Jace?" His forehead creases.

"He called actually?"

"What, when?" He's by my side as I pick up the table and carry it to the cabin. Once the table is secure, I close the cabin door, locking it and returning to the guns. "Just before training started."

"Okay, well I'm free for the rest of the day..."

"Great, I'll take these back to the armoury, I can meet you at home.."

"No need, I can walk with you."

"I'm a big girl Knox..." I turn to him.

"It's just a bag Josie. In no way does it mean that I don't think you aren't able to carry them yourself."

"Right, because I had to carry them down here myself to set up."

Not that I would admit it but if I had my car I would have driven them down, carrying them was too much for me this morning. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Just a bag Josie." His hand brushes past my arm as he leans down to pick up one of the bags. I gasp as the hairs on my arms stand up from his touch, craving more of those tingles. Even my arm hairs, now actively trying to seek them out.

With ease he throws one of the heavy holdalls, bursting at the seam with firearms, over his shoulder before reaching down for the other. The material of his T-shirt stretching tightly with his bicep. I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of him, as I ashamedly gawp at him.