Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 273: Marabella
I caught a taxi to the graveyard before spending a good twenty minutes trying to remember where Kyan’s family plot was. Once I had found it, though, I got the same strange sweeping feeling as I stopped in front of Dominic’s grave. What took me twenty minutes took Eziah only minutes to find. Eziah appeared behind it with a not-so-happy expression on his face when he dropped the duffle bag that was hanging from his shoulder onto the ground at my feet. 1
“Got everything but the kitchen sink,” he growls at me before tossing a shovel at me. I snatch the handle out of the air.

“By the way, dad is on to us. Apparently, he questioned mum,” Eziah says as I rummage through the bags to find the old books, none of them resembled any of Kyan’s family grimoires. However, I find the dagger and a brown paper bag. My brows pinch together when I see a smiley face drawn on it and recognize my father’s handwriting.
“Dad packed you lunch?”
“Us lunch, and yes, Mum told him we were having a picnic,”
“That involved a dagger, shovels, and old books?” I laugh, and he shrugs. 2
“You know our fathers won’t ask questions. They trust the fates seeing as mum is now one,” Eziah says, leaning on his shovel. I examine the dagger. It was identical to the one back at the manor.
“So are you going to tell me why we are digging up Kyan’s father and why mum was that excited she was nearly peeing her pants?” he asks before reaching out and touching the headstone. He gets a peculiar expression on his face, and I watch him, wondering if he gets the same funny feeling that rises in me, and I bite my lip.
“Well, first we have to dig him up and see if my assumption is correct,”
“Care to share this assumption, sis? If I am defiling a grave, I want to know what for,”
“I think Dominic is alive,” I tell him, and Eziah snorts.
“Oh, shit, you are being serious?” he asks, and I nod, looking down at the gravesite.
“Well, that explains the strange feeling I got,” he says, patting the headstone.
“So, this is why mum is so excited?” he asks.
“Dominic gave his life up for mine. He also gave me his magic. So grab a shovel,”
“You know if he is dead, I can’t bring him back, though?” he asks.
“I know, and I wouldn’t ask that of you,” he nods.
“If it was you, I wouldn’t think about it, but he has been dead a while, it would kill me to try t o, and it isn’t like bringing back a dead lizard,” he says, making me remember when we were kids, and I accidentally killed the poor little thing, and he brought it back.
“I wonder if it is still alive?” I chuckled, knowing the chances were slim.
“Maybe, but his buddy ain’t,” Eziah says as I stab the shovel in the ground. I stop looking at him.
“What?” I ask.
“To save a life, I must take one, sis. I gave you back the lizard you killed. However, you didn’t see the other one I had in my other hand that I killed to bring it back,” he chuckled, and I frowned.
“You killed a lizard to bring my dead one back?”

“You were crying! I hate when you cry,” he says and shrugs. I click my tongue, turning back to my shovel to start digging.
An hour in, and we had barely dug a hole. “Man, I am not built for manual labor. Can’t you like, I don’t know, wave a wand with Daddy Dom’s magic and magic him to the surface?”
I pull a face at his term of Daddy Dom, “Ah, no, and since I have come back from the dream revelations, I haven’t been able to reach him.”
“He is gone?”
“No, I just think I am having trouble connecting with him because I am calm. I will figure it out,” I tell him, and he sighs.
“Well, this sucks,” he whines, stabbing the shovel into the earth while looking around suspiciously for anyone. Luckily, we were at the back and hidden pretty well from anyone that may drive by. Eziah curses, and I laugh.
“Ah, finally,” Eziah says, and I glance over at him. He tosses his shovel, and seconds later, mum appears, only this time she brought both of my fathers, all with a shovel in hand. 
“Need a hand?” my father Ezra asks, and I smile, chucking my shovel into the dirt and rushing over to wrap my arms around him. He squeezes tight, burying his face in my hair.
“You told them what about not wanting to change fate, not that I am complaining?” Eziah says.
“Got sick of listening to you whine, and as long as we get out of here before you open that casket, I think the future will be fine!” my mother tells him.
“You came to help?” I ask, looking up at my father.
“Well, if you are going to hell for disrupting a grave, I am coming with,” my father Mateo
says. I let go of my father to go give him a hug.
“But we open it, and there are ghosts or something. Ring your other father thought, I don’t do ghost, he will bring the sage,” he chuckles, kissing my head and hugging my shoulders. “I missed you, and I am sorry,” he whispers, kissing my cheek.
“I missed you too,” I tell him, letting him go and looking at my mother. She reaches over and squeezes my fingers before grabbing a shovel, and we all start digging. It didn’t take long, especially with both my fathers, who knew how to work and when I heard the shovel hit metal, we all stopped and used how hands. Now, we had the issue of getting the casket out of the ground. Digging it up was one thing. Getting it out was another thing entirely. I let out a breath and huffed. Now what? 2
“Now, how do we get it out?” I asked, looking around at everyone.
“Dig the sides out, so we can stand either side, and we are gonna have to lift it,” my father Mateo says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“Why did he have to be buried? I figured he would have a crypt or something. Why the damn ground if he wanted to be exhumed?” Eziah says, grabbing his knees and catching his breath.
“No, point whining, keep digging,”
“And where do we put the casket? We can’t leave it here?” I glance around to find a CRYPT! Which was part of Kyan’s family plot. I point to it.
“You are fucking kidding me. He has a crypt! Was it for shits and giggles? Why Daddy Dom, why?” Kyan whines. 3
“You really gotta stop calling him that,” I tell him with a shudder.
“Yes, please do not refer to him like that. Dominic actually gave those vibes off,” My father Mateo shudders, and mum chuckles and clucks her tongue. 2
“Okay, enough now get him out to see if they can open it,” Mum says, clapping her hands and ordering us back to work. We continue to dig. After half an hour more, we dug enough out that we could lift it out. However, nearly the entire day had passed, and my phone began ringing. Mum motions for them to remain quiet when she checks the phone and shows me the screen. I t was Kyan. I reach for it dusting my hands off before answering it.
“Hey,”
“Where are you at?”
“Out with my brother. Where are you?”
“Heading to the manor, if you are still in the city, I can come to grab you, or is Eziah going to drop you home?” he asks.
“Actually, can you pick me up in an hour from the casino, or is Jonah still there?”
“He is. I will ring him and tell him to wait for you.” Kyan falls quiet for a second.
“Are you bringing your brother back to the manor?” he asked, and I could feel through the bond he didn’t want to see my brother right now. I didn’t blame him would be hard seeing someone who killed your Uncle.
Eziah shakes his head and mouths Jonah’s. I nod to him.
“Can he stay at Jonah’s in the Casino?”
“Yes, I just don’t want to deal with him. I’m sorry, Marabella, but not yet,” I chew my lip, and I watch my mother open the crypt while my fathers and Eziah carry the coffin over, placing it inside.
“Sure, I will be home soon.”
“Love you,” he tells me.
“Love you too,” I tell him before hanging up. I race over to my parents, grabbing the duffle bag Eziah brought with him. Eziah tried to open the coffin, and so did. We tried for about ten minutes, but nothing worked, and mum became increasingly nervous.
“Stop. Your fathers can’t be here; it wasn’t part of my vision. And you had brown leather,” she closes her mouth.
“You will find it; I can’t say anymore. I don’t want to interfere when I only have glimpses,” she says.
“You saw it am I right?”
Mum’s lips tug up, “I can’t say, and I don’t want to jinx anything,” but I knew that was her way of telling me I am. We quickly pushed all the dirt back into the grave, which still had an enormous hole. Now it was empty of the casket before we said our goodbyes and locked the family crypt up.