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.

awaken her as she

lose him twice. I wanted to be sure,” she murmured. I wanted to ask what she meant when suddenly the feeling of her magic or whatever had a hold of her extinguished like someone just switched it off, and with it, the power died. The elevator dropped, plummeting quickly to

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

at her, it was the same dark, consuming magic that had a hold of her last time. Both eyes burned brightly, a demonic shade of burning embers when her eyes opened. Her

asI sucked ina breath. Looking up to find we had stopped on

catching my breath while she sat up, her

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

herself out. Something I had only seen a few times when my father had done 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 something, something I found terrifying. Something stronger than the Octavian bloodline, something with power more potent than the shadows. I clutch her to me, trying to catch my breath and the

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 from the adrenaline coursing through me. Kaif stirred wildly within me, wanting to come forward; m y magic was paralyzed, and so was he

off, allowing us out of the elevator. Eziah looks at

don't know. We were fine. Then she cut the power out

I knew she was alive, yet the same tentacles of darkness writhed beneath her skin,