Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 203 Katya POV 

One week later,

There is nothing worse than everyone thinking you are the solution to their dilemma. Sure, I could have saved him, but how do you choose whose life is worth more? How do you choose who to kill and who to save? Essentially playing god, and how do I live with choosing, what will the ramifications of that decision be, how do you choose whose life is more valuable when all life is precious. 2

Marabella learnt the hard way. She choset o save her pack, but by doing so damned, the man she loved, cursed herself and paid the price. A never-ending cycle of pain. Now I am the one to choose who could live or die. The risks of altering a future that I have no control over could be my downfall and the ruin of those I hold dear.

Choosing to do nothing and watch Kyan’s heartbreak was the hardest decision of my life. I already regretted it, but Dominic’s men had already killed the rogues and I

men had already ked the rogues and I couldn’t take the life of someone undeserving. Skeletons Seline said, make sure you choose which to live with and I understood that with a clarity that was terrifying. Every decision I make from now on will haunt me, it will break small pieces off and I don’t know how Seline bore the weight of those decisions, how she chose between her children, her children she entrusted me with and this job was impossible. I am not ready for this; I am not ready to take her place and the expectation that came with it.

Was it too much to be normal, free of consequence, and free to live without choosing? I felt tired, and this was just the beginning. I was already emotionally exhausted, and I felt dead inside. So many lives have been lost, and I just watched because sometimes choosing to do nothing was a better option. This was all set in motion a long time ago and I was beginning to realize how right Seline was. We choose mates, not their destiny. Sometimes fate could be cruel, and I had t. o learn to take the punches and avoid causing more unnecessary destruction. 

One derician can have a domino effect

One decision can have a domino effect. One wrong move and the entire thing will fall around you. Get it right and we may just survive it, but with death comes life and once that life is over, death comes for us again. A never-ending cycle. Each time washed of our sins and sent back until we get it right or choose not to. I realized Seline chose not to. She chose to break the cycle of living with the things that haunted her. I wondered if I would make the same decision one day. Could I force this onto someone else? I am grateful for Seline bringing me back, but now I pay the consequences of my sacrifice. My kids forced to pay the sacrifice when they died with me.

“Kat?” Ezra whispers, his hands dropping on my shoulders and I hadn’t realized I had been staring at my father’s body in the coffin. Completely zoned out and thinking of what if I found another way? Would he still be here? His death was one skeleton I didn’t want to live with. It was his choice, his life to sacrifice, but it doesn’t change the fact it was the man who raised me. The man that taught me to ride a bike, the man who tossed his pack away and his title for me. He was my

ride a bike, the mai ho tossed his pack away and his title for me. He was my father, my safe place and the hero of my stories growing up, and I killed him.

“Kat?” Ezra repeats and I look at him, finally able to pull my eyes away from the man that raised me. I kept waiting for him to wake up and call me that god awful nickname, but now I would take the teasing. Anything to hear him say it again. Instead, I had been listening to his voicemail on repeat just so I could hear his voice and pretend he was still here and was just too busy to pick up. 2

Andrei walks up behind Ezra and pats his shoulder before nodding at him. Ezra looks at him before walking off only for Andrei to take his place. He was wearing a suit which was odd; I was used to seeing him dressed casually, yet he looked handsome. I could actually see the similarities he shared with our father.

“I don’t know what to say,” Andrei admits and I nod before feeling his hand wrap around mine, engulfing it. He rubs circles in the back of my hand with his thumb.

“We don’t need to say anything, dad

“We don’t need to se anything, dad knows. He knows already,” I tell him.

“I never would have put you in that position. I understand the consequences o f you having to do that for me, but I can’t thank you enough. I can’t make this up to you or dad”

“Yes, you can. You can live for him. He died to make sure you kept on living. He knew Sage was the only way that would have happened. You needed her more than him”

“But what about you?”

“You’re my brother. His death I will learnt o deal with. I couldn’t live with yours in m y hands and neither could dad. I didn’t have to do what he asked. I could have saved him, but I would have been condemning you and your family. One life for three, it was the right thing to do, and i tis what he wanted”

“I’m sorry Kat. I know that would have been the toughest decision to make

to know it was the right one. I have no regret over choosing Sage. I have regret of being the one

you, you meant more than his own life and that he would give up everything to make sure you have the life you deserve, with your mate and your son. He gave it up for them and for you.

to him, draping his arm across my shoulders before pressing his cheek to the top of my head before

wrap my arms

the church. Sage was waiting for us

she approaches me like she thought I would turn away from her, cast her away for his death. She looks at

at Andrei as if she was worried she shouldn’t approach so; I move to her instead and open my arms to her. Her hug was tight as she hugged me like she couldn’t bear

so did dad. He saved his son, but also killed me i n the process. That was the beauty of sacrifice. Someone is always left pained n o matter what. I may not have my father but he was right, saving their family was worth the sacrifice knowing my

I am glad to have you as part of mine,” I tell her and she sniffles and

happy ending after everything she endured;

differed from my mothers, he earned his place in both packs and earned the respect of everyone and his place amongst both packs. He redeemed

everything they did was

his life for my daughter’s. The man who I realized I had painted wrong

*

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The next day,

home is crowded, bodies pressed against each other, and there are members from every pack. Hundreds of people turned up for Dominic’s funeral. S o many people gathered outside the building all the way to the lush lawns surrounding the place. There were even humans, which showed how much respect

would watch the kids while we attended and I didn’t think it a good idea to bring Marabella while it was still so raw for Kyan. Andrei, Sage and Jonah stood at the back with us and Lucas, spotting us, waved us forward. I shake my head, not feeling

you belong

think he will want me up

gave his life

felt torn when Lucas leant closer to whisper to me not that he had

mate, you are family whether or not Kyan knows it,” Lucas whispers and I pull away to

how he could

just anyone. His life was reserved for

“Dominic knew?” 

father first and his son was his world. Despite being strict, there is no one in this world he loved more than Kyan. Dominic saw you coming before even you knew what you

Unclery DCCOM TO

i f Dominic saw a brighter future than

closer. When he pulls away, he stares at me and I nod once. I don’t know what he needed redemption for, but I knew it involved my daughter, something I knew I would never be

for you earlier. Maybe you could cheer him up a bit,” Lucas says, looking at

to an empty pew. Kyan was nowhere to be seen, but when Jonah

who motions h e could before sitting down next to Lucas. Jonah looked so small sitting beside the man. When the music started, the chatter quieted down and the aisle between the

passed me.

him, were black as coal. The darkness encased him, numbing him as

of the funeral directors set up the coffin for open viewing before nodding