Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 213

– Anxiety gnawed at me as I waited for Jonah to hop out of the shower. We were staying at the penthouse above the C****o that Jonah used when he stayed in the City.

Hearing the door open, I look toward the bathroom as he steps out. Towel low on his hips. His body was hard, lean, and muscular, not an ounce of fat on him; he was tall too. He closes the door quickly, turning toward me, his dark blonde tousled hair wet and droplets spilled onto his hard chest, running down his pecs before trailing down the hard ridges of his abs. He had both his n*****s pierced, I noticed, something that I hadn’t noticed before, but then again, this was the first time I had seen him in this state of undress, his sunkissed skin on display so openly.

My eyes follow down to the v-line that escaped below the towel. Jonah and Uncle Andrei, and I know, trained rigorously because Jonah wasn’t Alpha born; he would have to fight his father for the title, or his father would hand it down to Rose, his sister, when she came of age. Yet knowing that and seeing the hardened muscles of his body, I never truly appreciated how hard he worked to become Alpha.

Uncle Andrei had been training Jonah since he was eight, preparing him for the Alpha title fight. Jonah looking up meets m y gaze, his cerulean blue eyes darting away quickly before clearing his throat awkwardly. I dropped my gaze; heat crept up the back of my neck, staining my cheeks in my blush.

“Showers free,” Jonah says just as awkwardly. I made him uncomfortable. That thought makes my mouth dry, and I nod once before standing up.

Grabbing my bag, I was about to open it when Jonah spoke.

“I only packed your Pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Did you not see the dress in the spare room?” He asks.

My stomach twists in knots at the thought of having to wear a dress. I hadn’t worn one since I was a child. I shake my head, and Jonah wanders off down the hall before returning with a dark blue floor- length dress.

“It’s formal attire?” I ask, my voice more of a shriek.

“If you don’t like it, I can get Lucas to rush down a pick you one?” He asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I like it. I just thought I could wear my jeans; I didn’t realize it was formal wear,” I tell him.

“Kyan prefers a certain image, believe me, I am not too happy about wearing a I suit, but,” he shrugs.

“There are heels in the room; I will hang this up for you,” he says. My stomach sinks yet again.

Great, I was going to make a complete a*s of myself. I struggled walking in flats, let alone heels. Why would my mother make him take me to this? She knew I hated having to go to functions, especially formal ones. I didn’t even attend my year ten formal. Opting out and only attending the ceremony in black slacks and shirt before heading home Instead of going to the formal.

I hadn’t wanted to go; it would have just been another way for them to torment me. Plus, it was also the day after mum d********d Jasmine. They were best friends and still are, but mum said Jasmine stepped out of line when a petition went around for me to be pulled from contact sports. Saying I was a risk to other students after I nearly k****d my teacher.

Eziah, luckily was quick to act, hailed a hero, and I was called a parasite, a bad omen to my pack, not that anyone said anything in front of my family. Mum found out when the petition was handed t o the school board. After some digging, she found out Jasmine had been the one to mention it initially, Marley never forgave me, and neither did Alicia. Mum slapped Jasmine and humiliated her in front of the school assembly; her claws slipped from her fingers, raking down her face.

She never healed, and I think my mother used her powers to ensure it, to make it a clear warning to those that spoke out about me. Alicia’s mother, Rebecca, was forced to submit in front of everyone and apologize to me; I was humiliated. I understood why she did it, a show of consequences, but it never helped my situation and only made me isolated. Alicia was my brother’s girlfriend at the time, and he dumped her in front of everyone present, making her hate for me tenfold, and said he wouldn’t have anyone that would shun his sister.

I shake the memory away; it was never a good thing becoming lost in my thoughts; my thoughts never had much good to say. “Marabella, are you ok?” Jonah asks, walking back out with black slacks on and a dress shirt. The buttons were still undone as he pushed his belt through the loops of his pants.

sorry. I will be quick,” I tell him, escaping into the bathroom and shutting the door. I click the lock in place, not that Jonah would ever come in, but I always did. Shedding my clothes, I turn the shower on. Stepping in quickly and wet my hair before

was done before popping my head out the door. Breathing a sigh of relief when I noticed Jonah was nowhere in sight and I made a dash for the room. Locking

of the door, and I touched the silky dark sapphire blue fabric. I realized quickly that the dress would be figure-hugging, and that realization made

I groaned. I was going to break my neck in those. At least I would get out of going, I chuckle. One could wish

back is see through lace, the front dipped low, showing off cleavage I was not comfortable with, and my bra could not be worn without

I didn’t belong in the world, definitely not in a dress like this. Unhooking my bra, I quickly removed it before putting the top half of the dress back on and awkwardly doing up the zip that held the lace together at my back-towel drying my unruly wavy hair that

left it in a ponytail or bun for the most part. I couldn’t leave it down; it would drive me insane. Sometimes I regretted never cutting it, but I always loved the

in and brush it, even now. I think it was her way of checking on me, her way of getting me completely alone to talk, and after a while, it became routine. I wished mum was here, she would braid it for me, and I doubted very much I could do it

through it and pull it into a ponytail when I hear a knock on the

need to head

only to bump into Jonah. Smacking into his hard chest, his hands grip my arms to steady me. Not to self, muscle looks nice, but d**n, it was

length of me and a growl escapes him making me jump, and my eyes dart to him; his wolf coming forward makes me step back; the movement makes him

didn’t mean to scare you,”

want to go, but you could put some effort into doing your hair,” he says disapprovingly.

grips my arms, spinning me around, and I hear his breath hitch before feeling his fingers trail up my spine.” f**k, you’re beautiful,” he growls. His words startled me. Did he really think that, or was he being polite? Jonah

shoulder, and his eyes were flickering again, his gaze on my neck, and I felt the blood

I whisper, and his

face. “Oh, right,” he says, reaching his hand toward my hair. I pull away from

back; I stare at the

clears his throat before tugging my hair tie from my

it from my face,” I tell him. He steps around me

led me further into the open plan living room. He sits on the leather couch before

braiding it; just keep still for

braid,” I tell him before running the

taps my t***h. “Sit up, you sitting o n your hair,” I lift my

hair; she always said mum was

snapped her, it was always a battle for mum to do her hair of a morning, so she taught me and I did her from her first day of

Gosh, I miss her,” I ask, hoping

plus she hates being in the spotlight, just like

quickly through my hair, and it didn’t take him long before he was

is Rose?” I

and dad disapproved; she wants to transfer to your school next year after she and

“Behaved?” I asked him.

got into a fight after she caught Rose skipping school to hang out with Tyran, man. Did dad kick his

“I’m surprised you didn’t,”

why do you think I

why you came

wasn’t planning on going home until I spoke to Rose this morning, I was only planning on picking you