Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 153

Sage POV

Lunch was nice with Kat and her family and I found myself not wanting to leave, liking having another female around, someone I can kind of relate to. Derrick Andrei’s father said he would be over tomorrow sometime to help Andrei with whatever Andrei asked of him and eventually we left.

Walking back to the car I climb in the passenger seat and Andrei gets in the driver’s seat and starts up the car.

“Seat belt” Andrei growls, making me realize I hadn’t put it on. I roll my eyes but clip it place and he reverses before turning the car around and driving down the long driveway. When we reach the end instead of turning toward the highway he turns heading into town and I look at him

questionably wondering where we are going now. As much as I didn’t want to leave Kat’s, I kind of missed home. The town was small as we drove through it and I could tell it consisted of only werewolves.

A few people on the streets nodded to Andrei as he drove past despite him not being their Alpha and I knew it was out of respect for Kat. Andrei drove towards the edge of town before pulling up at what I first thought was a park with its picnic areas and bench seats and giant trees creating shade along the edges of the white fence that surrounded the place. The lawns were well maintained and I realized we were at a cemetery. Andrei parks the car under a tree and stares out at the gravestones letting out a shaky breath.

“You ok?” I ask him before reaching over and grabbing his hand.

“Yeah, I just haven’t been here since her funeral” He says, staring out at the cemetery. I could see a man in the distance tending to some of the graves and cleaning them and figured he must be the graveyard keeper.

Andrei squeezes my fingers before opening his door and getting out. He walks around the back of the car to the trunk and pops it open and I climb out of the car to see what he is doing. He places a cardboard box on the ground before shutting the trunk. He picks it up with one hand before

reaching in his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper and opens it and reads it.

I noticed each row of graves was marked with a number and Andrei grabbed my hand and tugs me along the rows, careful not to step on anyone’s

grave before stopping next to a black headstone with silver writing on it. I looked down at it and read the name expecting it to be his mate Angie but instead it read. Lyle Wesson and his date of birth along with the picture I had in the car.

” Andrei says, looking

the headstone and I wipe it over while he continues pulling things out. I wipe the headstone over which was pretty clean before sitting next to Andrei on the

us and I look over my shoulder to see the keeper. He was in his mid

will be over there in a second” Andrei tells him and I could tell they knew each

Andrei” The man tells him and he nods. I turned back

dropping them in the small hole. I push the dirt back over it before patting the dirt around it. Andrei then opens up a water bottle and pours some on the

go already?” Andrei asks and

visit Angie’s now” I tell him, looking for the man with the box but I couldn’t see him. I offer Andrei my hand and he takes it letting me help pull him up before tucks me under

in flowers and pictures, teddies and even a necklace hung on top of the grave. I find his mate was only 18 when she passed away but she was pretty and in the picture

on it. Looking at Andrei his eyes darken and I sit next to her grave before opening the box and rummaging around it while he was frozen in place

beside me. Looking up at Andrei he was no longer looking at the grave but watching me with a strange look on his face before his eyes lost

up tugging his hand and

going to plant her flowers?” I ask him, ignoring the feeling I was getting through the bond. When he doesn’t answer I start digging a small hole next to her grave. I didn’t want to disturb the other things on her grave that were placed and

beside me and pulling a bit more dirt out. I hand him the pot

the grave that someone planted. I unscrewed the lid of the water bottle and hand it to him before carefully wiping her headstone with the cloth which looked like it was regularly cleaned and maintained

from

think an aunt but

flowers always made her sneeze, ” He says pointing to

he

sitting back and rearranging some of

a weed” I chuckle and he raises an eyebrow

it