Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 277

Marabella POV

One week Later

Jonah dropped me off at the hotel, my brother was still here, and we were still no closer to finding a way to open that damn coffin. Kyan had been on edge. The more time I spent with my brother, the more he questioned me, yet now that we weren't sure we could even open the coffin, I debated this entire thing.

The grimoires offered nothing, and Dominic's presence became less and less. He was having trouble coming through to me, and half the time was spent trying to decipher what he was telling me. Lately, it was like static interference.

He could never stay long, and he tried to tell me it was because my bonds to my mates were sealed entirely now. It made no sense to me, but he explained the more I relied on my mates, the less I needed him, which was quite bothersome because I needed him to figure out how to open the coffin. Stepping out of the elevator, the apartment door was wide open. The Hotel had been shut down since the incident. Jonah and Kyan couldn't obviously risk someone falling out a window, but most of the repairs were done, and as I stepped into the apartment, men were fixing the windows on this level finally.

Eziah sat on the couch with one of the grimoires in hand, flicking through the pages. He had been different the last couple of days, his moods changing rapidly, which wasn't helping me. We had been clashing, and then arguing with Kyan about when he was leaving was driving me insane. He hated my brother, which was understandable, but if he knew why he was here, maybe he would have a change of heart. Yet if I couldn't open the damn coffin, it was for nothing, and he would be even more angered that I dug his father up for nothing.

Mum had also been fiddling with the fates trying to see ahead, but besides the occasional nosebleed and headache, she couldn't see much because Eziah and I were directly involved in that future, futures she couldn't see clearly.

"Hey," I tell Eziah, sitting next to him. His aura radiated out angrily, and he stunk heavily of liquor. I glance at him to find his eyes bloodshot and huge dark circles under his eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just not sleeping well,” he mutters, glaring at the workers who were nearly done and cleaning up the mess from replacing the windows. "Find anything helpful,”

"No, it is mostly in old Latin,"

ask. Eziah shakes

a dead language. Not many speak it anymore, and then some are in old Gaelic, which makes no sense since they are completely different languages. Don't suppose Dominic is

or something easy,” Eziah laughs darkly, and his eyes flicker

door behind them, and Eziah gets up off the couch. "Fucking finally," he groans, heading to the

it isn't even 10 AM," I scolded, watching as he sniffed the bottle he opened, he made a face, and the smell of vodka

I have to sit here trying to work out what the heck those stupid symbols mean and whatever

he says with a wink before downing the glass. I shake my head, looking at

to answer since he was in a mood, and knew, it would only lead to us arguing. Two things I had come to learn about Eziah in the last week. Was that he had a drinking problem, and depending on his mood depended on what sort of drunk he was. I had questioned him multiple times about what was wrong,

same.

but Kaif was also becoming wary of taking over. Kyan had been

back, which scared the living daylights out of me. When he grabbed me, demanding to know what I was doing. Kaif had forced back control, and I managed to convince him he dreamt it; however, I knew that excuse wouldn't work again. I was pretty sure he knew I was lying through the bond. Shaking that thought away, I turned back to look at the Grimoire. I sighed, symbols and emblems that made zero sense to

one," he says, squinting at the book. His energy was making me feel drunk, he couldn't even walk straight, so I had no idea how he was able

him reaching for the book. Eziah chuckled, pulling the book from

caster,” he slurred, and I rolled my eyes. With a huff, I sat back down next to the

inner power," Eziah says, and I shake my

me the damn spell Eziah or give

annoyed, intending

musculus sphincter

like a spell,” I tell him, reaching for the book, but he pulls it