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

Chapter 0232 Kaia POV A high pitched noise sounds from the wall of fighters, skind of signal before they start chanting battle cries to one another.

Or to us...to intimidate us.

It was working, I look to my people...they were tired, they had fought enough for two lifetimes. They just wanted peace, they just want to live.

But surrender isn't an option, not if they want to protect their families, their friends.

They don't know my Father's sins, they don't know of the past. They just know of the Alpha that gave them a second chance, and for their sake I would keep up with the pretence.

"I haven't been the strong Alpha you deserve since my Father's passing. I've been too stuck in my own head, in trying to make sense of what had happened to me.

But, like my Father, I believe in you, I believe in the Nightshade Reformed pack.

We haven't settled here for any other reason than the lands reminded my Father of his mate's pack, of my Mother's pack.

But these fighters, these warriors, they won't let us surrender, they won't give you that second chance. They will kill you where you stand and move on to the families back in the central pack grounds. Not one of us will survive if we do not fight as a pack.

I need you to fight, I need you to believe what you defend...that a pack is bigger than lands, even bigger than an alpha...it's the connection you have with one another, because you have chosen one another after joining as rogues.

The second and third generation will live in the comfort of being born into this pack, of knowing true belonging...that is what we fight for today. We are fighting for our future selves.

I know you are tired, I know you have fought so hard already. But I needed this from you, I need you all to dig deep and fight for your lives." I let my Alpha aura wash over the pack-link, not a threat to fight but a plea to have hope, to have faith in me. Yes we won't all survive this, but as long as we can protect what the pack stands for....then the wall of black in front of us will have lost no matter the outcome.

Within seconds of finishing my speech, the wall turns into a tsnumai of warriors invading my lands. Half of them shift whilst running, my hands raising and pushing forward to unlease my own level of hell upon them.

They cthick and fast, their wolves' teeth snapping as we charge towards them. They won't get past, they can't.

I have innocent children in the central pack, I can't leave them to the sfate as the Clear Waters pack. This tsunami of fighters will not stop until every member of the Nightshade Reformed pack are extinct.

As I run into the throes of war, my eyes flicker to the blond alpha...coward, he wasn't even joining his fighters. He was remaining on the sidelines with a select few standing behind him...Alpha Marc, watching by his side. If I wasn't determined before, I am now.

I will get to them....they won't leave here unscathed.

Hector keeps to my side and I glance over to find Ezra doing the swith Alora, the Dark Phantom Alpha and Beta coming up with their own plan...that they get us both out of here no matter what. But I'm not leaving, not whilst there is a fight for my people. The lands...I don't care about...these lands mean nothing to me. It's the people, it's the people I need to protect. Wherever we are, as long as we are together... that is our pack.

They just keep coming, Hector pushing them back but the ones that slip past him I take out. I want to scream at him to stop trying to protect me, but I need him to have his mind on the target...and any division between us wouldn't help right now.

I've had to put my alpha block up, we are losing too many...I can't deal with the pain of their passing...the pain of the pack-link snapping with each death.

My eyes flicker to Alora as she shifts into her grey wolf, her wolf taking control. As soon as she shifts, two fighters cat her at once, and Ezra already has his hands full.

"Alora!" I scream through the pack-link to her as a man in his human form pulls her backwards onto him...her wolf wheezing as he squeezes into her ribs. I don't know if it is the pack bond or the twin bond, but I feel her pain radiate through me. No, we haven't cthis far, I haven't gone through hell to lose her.

My wolf takes control, we both know we are faster in our wolf form than our human form.

My white fur whizzes past Hector just as his hand comes out to grabback.

We race towards Alora, to aid her...lunging at the male who has pinned her on the floor, who has been restricting her breathing.

As soon as I knock him off her, I can hear her take a deep breath in, hen wolf claiming that much needed air. I sink my teeth into his throat, taking him out.

I am about to take another male out when Ezra does the deed for me, with precision. As soon as he turns back to both Alora and me, his eyes shift into a mind-link...Hector. That's when an eerie silence descends upon the battle.

All of the White Moon fighter's eyes..both in wolf form and human form, take on a ghostly white glaze.

All in unison, as if they are all being mind-linked at the stime. I turn to find Marc still standing next to the White Moon pack Alpha, his eyes locked in the scondition. All except for Marc...so it was a pack-link. New orders being delivered. Then it cuts...and all eyes turn to me.

I had just saved Alora, but at a great cost to myself. I had just proven my true identity to the White Moon pack and its alpha.