Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond
Chapter 0257

-Josie~

The tension within my small preparation room was tangible. I could feel it on my finger tips...taste it. The air remained suffocating, which isn't something George was capable of.

Black eyes turn from George's onto my very own...my breath catching in the back of my throat. Why did he stare have some kind of power over me...

There seemed to be some kind of stand off happening between the two of them. George's back elongating, his shoulders hunching forward, his feet bouncing on the balls of his feet...he was preparing for an attack. Yet this Knox seems completely unfazed by George's stance, eyeing George like he was merely a wolf cub...yet he was the full sized predator. There was even a trace of a smirk entering onto his lips.

With a silent nod, Knox moves aside just enough for George to past through. He doesn't make it easy for him though.

Unable to stand this oppressive atmosphere any longer, I go to move past Knox but to my complete shock he pushes me backwards. Deeper into my little preparation room, his foot kicking the door shut.

Creating privacy between us.

This room was slightly bigger than a storage cupboard, George and I just fitted but Knox was twice the size, he ate up the remaining space...I couldn't move, I was completely at his mercy.

His eyes return back to the deep brown I was becoming more familiar with, the blackness fading out. My body was now not my own, it is caught in a fight between that unexplainable gravitational pull towards him and wanting to push him away from me...scream at him him for getting involved in my business.

"Did he hurt you?" His eyes break from mine, my mind snapping out of a tranced state as soon as his hypnotic stare drops.

""What?"

"He touched you, did it hurt?" His eyes return to mine, a level of anger laced within them. His jaw tenses again as if my slowness in responding to him was irritating him. "No...no he didn't hurt me."

"Good." He nods, as he leans in closer to me...sniffing the air around me, his nose scrunching up in slight distain.

"It's the medicine." I croak out, clearing my throat as I reach for a cloth to wipe the floor. I couldn't smell the spilt ingredients, all I could smell was leather and sandalwood...strange.

He quirks an eyebrow as he takes a step away from me, releasing me from being trapped between him and the enclosed worktop space.

His eyes dart to the floor before rising back up and scanning the bottles of liquids and herbs labelled in the glass cabinets.

Without another word he spins, a heavy footstep echoes as his hand reaches out for the door, but before I can think of my actions...I've gripped his elbow to stop him. "Knox..."

"Kit...It's Kit Knoxbridge, but I'm known as Knox." As soon as he stops, a cold exterior washes over him...I shouldn't have touched him, why have I touched him.

His cold eyes dart to my hand, gripped at his elbow before burning back to mine.

"Sorry..." I snatch my hand back, what the hell did I just do.

"Can you not mention George and me to my Dad..""So there is a George and you?"

"No, not anymore. I meant..."

"You don't want me to mention to Alpha Hector what I saw?" His body is closed off again, his arms moving to cross over at his chest. I shouldn't have touched him, he's not from this pack. He might have taken it as an insult.

"Yes...it's just...George is from our other pack, and I don't want conflict between my Mum and my Auntie just because I've decided to call it quits with him. He'll get over it." I can hear my inner self telling me to shut up, that I was going off on a tangent. Completely embarrassing myself in front of this hot, dark and broody, far too attractive male that was a guest in my house...in my pack.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe..." He murmurs before sighing out, his hand raking down his face.

As his hand slides down his face, my own hand twitches to touch in again. Busy, I need to keep my hands busy.

Turning my back on him, I reach for ingredients in the glass cabinets, preparing a new batch of infused dressings. It was hard to breathe in here with the door closed but there was something about that new scent...intoxicatingly addictive. "Your boyfriend..." He stops as his hand is on the door handle.

"Not boyfriend...just erm..." I can't exactly use the term fuck buddy...I hardly know this male and something deep in my gut is warning me to play down George and me. Maybe I just didn't want my brothers finding things out, he came with them, he must be friends with them...

My mouth starts to open, preparing to finish my response when the hospital alarms start sounding out through the corridor, the flashing lights warning of an emergency, of an attack.

I go to reach past him for the door handle when he blocks my path to the exit, instead pushing me back.

"Stay here, don't move!" He demands with a growl.