Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

chapter 279

Kyan POV

My heart nearly stopped when I watched my magic crash into her. She disabled my magic with her words,
making my panic even more heightened because I wouldn't even be able to take it back. All-consuming fear hit me as I saw mine and Eziah's magic bleed into her with the force of a bomb, yet she took it in and remained standing.

That was a magnitude of magic no one should have survived. Yet she deflected my spell, I lost control, and I could have killed her, but she blocked it and sent it back. Sending it hurdling into me, forcing me to re-absorb it. That shouldn't be possible. She shouldn't be breathing, let alone still standing. Power oozed and rippled out of her like a pulse; the darkness that tainted her spilled out and carved the shadows into her skin like it does me before she simply walked out of the room. I stared after her, shocked, and she simply walked out unaffected.

Getting to my feet, I glanced at Eziah, who was still picking himself up off the floor. I wanted to kill him, but I had to check my mate first. The bond was deadly silent and numb, almost cold, as I ran out the door after her. The lights in the hall flickered the further she moved away.

The buzz of electricity in the air was supercharged as she got in the elevator, the lights above it beeping as she stepped inside, and I ran toward her forcing my way in before the doors shut. Marabella still had her back to me as she pressed the button before turning to face me. When she did, I took a step back, my back hitting the closed door. Shadows tainted her, slivering under the skin like leeches, writhing within her. She seemed dazed as she stared at me vacantly, one eye black as coal, the other the color of burning embers. "Ella?" I whispered, and she blinked, tilting her head toward me.

"He is my brother. You don't have to like him, I know he can be a prick, but you will not touch him," she says so coldly, and calmly I briefly wondered if it was my Ella at all. Her voice was unwavering as she stared at me, making me realize I hadn't even answered.

"I'm sorry," Imurmured, reaching out to her, but she just stared at me until I gripped her arms and ran my hands up to her shoulders. Her skin was ice cold under my palms. She sighed as sparks ran across my palms and up my arms
along with something else. Something I knew wasn't my father's magic, wasn't the shadows; it was protective, warm, lukewarm, but not at all like the coldness of the magic that usually ran through her when I felt my father's magic or the icy feeling of the shadows. This power was different, seeking mine out before retreating when it touched the shadows inside me.

to awaken her as she blinked, the

she meant when suddenly the feeling of her magic or whatever had a hold of her extinguished like someone just switched it off,

grabbed her. Alarms inside blared as the elevator descended, the emergency brakes squealing as it tried to kick in and slow us. My hands slammed into the metal, yet my magic fizzled in my fingertips, still having not returned. "Kyan!" she screamed, yet I couldn't stop the elevator. We were going to die. Her fear was palpable through the bond when she screamed again. It wasn't my name she called but my father's. " Dominic!" she shrieked, clutching her head, and closing

demonic shade of

Looking up to find we had

whispered, catching my breath while she sat up, her legs straddling my waist.

was pale as a ghost, and blood gushed out of her nose. Her eyes suddenly rolled into her head, and she fell forward, collapsing on

it when I was a kid, witches burned out with too much power, but I knew whatever coursed through her wasn't my father's magic. It was something else, and whatever she had done, she had awoken

me. Let her go," he snaps, and I reluctantly let her go allowing him to take her. Her body was limp in his arms, and her head rolled back as Jonah offered me his hand. He pulls me to my feet. My entire body shook

off, allowing us out of the

mean? I don't know. We were fine. Then she cut the power out to the

her," he said, lifting her and pressing his ear to her chest. I could hear her heart beating in her chest, so I knew she was alive, yet the same tentacles of darkness writhed beneath her skin, up her neck and arms like wiggling black veins, moving up her