Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 282

Eziah POV

Something was happening. The moment Kyan's magic latched onto her, she jolted. A cold rush moved through me, and her eyes bled black. She smiled. The look on her face was eerie like she was looking straight through me. Jonah refused to let me go to her, and I was a second away from blasting him with my magic as she spoke to something, agreeing with it while Kyan tried to coax her out of whatever state she was in.

He looks at her worriedly, whispering to her to ignore the voices. I couldn't hear anything, but it was clear she could. Black tendrils writhed all over her exposed skin.

Thunder and lightning streaked the sky and rumbled loudly, cracking like a whip and igniting the sky in streaks of light.

Kyan spoke calmly when blood started to stream from her eyes, nose, and ears, his voice growing higher when he suddenly bit her. Sank his teeth into her neck, remarking her, her eyes flickered, and my heart jolted in my chest.

She blinks rapidly, and Kyan rips his head back. His eyes had turned white, like a storm was brewing within the depths, darkness emanated out of them yet never breached the barrier held by the ruins, black fog creeped along the edges of the coffin before smothering it and obscuring it along with their hands.

I could not understand, but the power I could feel was electrifying, truly showing how much power the Octavians had, and I gulped. That realization I had been prodding and poking the beast suddenly seemed foolish as his lips moved

right, magic should not be played with, and the power he was using was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Otherworldly and ancient, and for the first time, I witnessed darkness glow. It was the

Jonah as he took the brunt of the impact. Electricity zapped around the rocks, lightning repeatedly hitting them as Kyan stood. Only when he did I blink rapidly, unable to believe my eyes when ghostly figures suddenly stood inside with them, hundreds of translucent shadow people stood within, goosebumps rose on my arms. As his eyes moved to the coffin, like

lifted outward, he tilted his head toward the sky, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest when the air stilled abruptly. Like time froze, and we

closer when light engulfed my vision like the worst welding flash. The lightning hit the dead center of his chest, blue streaks of light flickered within the shadows, and his entire body

umbrae sub luna tegunt, sub lunaque latent, nec nisi lunae possunt surrexere

the last word, lightning hit the coffin, the power erupted outside the ruins flattening the trees on the outer parts of the clearing and creating a circle. The lightning then bounced off the ruins, etching runes into the rock as Jonah and I were knocked off our feet. Sitting up,

sit up stunned, and the air turns stagnant yet also charred. The power charge drops, and Kyan shakes his head before he gasps, reaching for Mara, who was staring vacantly to the side of

Marabella POV

opened inside me and what was once there was no longer part of me. It felt foreign, and I didn't

and I sat up. The night was silent, so the slightest noise sounded loud as the moon beamed down on us. Kyan was jittery, and I know it was from taking on too much power. Fear coursed through me as I felt it tearing into him, and he reached for me; his body shook like he was convulsing, his muscles taut, but the tingles from his touch warmed the

face in his hands and pressing his forehead against mine. He lets out a shaky breath. "You’re alright," he whispers, his hands trembled as he tried to contain the magic writhing through him, and I place my