Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 214 – “You better not be wanking; what is taking you so long-” he stops suddenly, a look of shock on his face as Jonah tugs me toward his friend.

Kyan had on a tailored navy suit, yet it did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle beneath his clothes. His suit jacket was, open the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and I could make out the dark tattoos beneath the white button- up shirt, some swirling design pattern that moved up the side of his neck.

He stops looking at Jonah, and his jaw clenches; I hadn’t seen him in years, and he had put on more weight, was just as tall as Jonah but built sturdier, more muscular. His dark hair cropped short on the sides and longer on top, he had a five o’clock shadow whereas Jonah was clean shaved, Kyan’s eyes are a deep grey almost black, lined with thick lashes; he looked like a woman’s equivalent of a wet dream until his face morphed into a snarl when he notices me. His eyes dart to Jonah’s, and his lips press in a harsh line. We stop in front of him, and I start slipping on my gloves to cover my hands, anything to distract myself from the look he was giving me.

“She isn’t eighteen, Jonah; she can’t be in a C****o by herself,”

“Good thing she isn’t by herself then,” Jonah says, stepping past him and reaching for the door. Kyan steps away from me.

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Kyan growls at him.

“She is with us, so it will be fine; you said I could bring someone,”

“So you chose a twelve-year-old,” His words stung. No, they more than stung; the way he said it made my stomach plunge somewhere cold and deep within me.

“She is sixteen, and geez, Kyan, what has got into you? It’s Marabella, for g*d sake.”

“That’s exactly my point; she is underage and shouldn’t be in a f*****g C****o,”

“Fine, go by yourself then; I will take her bowling or something,” Jonah tells him with a sigh, bowling sounded better than spending the night next to someone who clearly hates my guts. Kyan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales.

“We lose our liquor license because of her,”

“She won’t be drinking or in any of the g******g areas, and she is with us; no one would say s**t,” Jonah cuts him off. Kyan’s eyes darted to mine.

“She remains with you; I am not babysitting her,” Kyan snaps before opening the door and stepping out.

“I will just wait here,” I tell Jonah, suddenly feeling unwelcome. You would think by now I would be used to that feeling, but I did not want to cause conflict between him and his best friend, it would be better if I just rang dad to come to get me. This was a terrible idea; I just wanted to go home.

you in here

and Kyan growls, Kyan not missing the action as his eyes dart down to glare at Jonah’s hand. Jonah lets me go gripping my elbow, and Kyan walks off in a manner that makes me not want to follow; one day Marabella, one day and we will be free, I remind myself. Jonah tugged me along beside him, or more dragged me with these stupid heels. Glancing over his shoulder, he sneers at us before Kyan

glaring at my hands. I look up at Jonah. It was one thing not having them on when with Jonah or mum, even Eziah;

“But If I touch,”

won’t be touching anyone; remove them,”

her be,” Kyan ignores him, his

at him, and Kyan rolls his eyes, grabbing my gloved hand and tugging the glove off by the fingers, he then reaches for the other and tugs it off before pocketing them. I clench my hands into fists, rubbing my fingers over my palm when the doors open, having my hands on display for the world to see made me

from his pocket, his jaw clenched as he glared at his wrists trying to put the cufflinks on before dropping one. I bend down picking

me help,” Jonah tells

him and Jonah puts up his

my head off,” Jonah says stepping away

poking the cufflink through. I straighten his cuff and look up to find him staring at me. His face is set in stone and indecipherable. I

shook as I pinched the cufflink between my fingers before fixing the other one when I felt his hand brush against the back of mine, his thumb stroking over the back of it, sparks rushed up

laughs, nudging him. Kyan nods but doesn’t say anything, turning to stare at the elevator doors. His hands fist at his sides and I look at Jonah who shrugs before gripping

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dragging me from one place to another, I swear I walked the entire C****o twenty times, Kyan always with u s but he barely acknowledged my presence except when I went to wander off to use the bathroom, only for him t o snap at me and say to stay close. We now seemed to be in some event room, the strobing lights were giving me a headache, and I desperately needed to pee still. The water bottle in ny hand was now empty and I looked around for a bathroom when a man

he says, patting Kyan’s shoulder before walking off and not giving him

around the large open room. Noticing a sign with

step into the empty corridor, finally quiet, I thought, and I could see the ladies bathroom up ahead. I walk down the red-carpeted and gold trimmed corridor. It was dimly lit, the walls grey with small dome lamps hanging off the walls. I

me. The man face was partially slack as

him. He steps in my way, and I try to step

murmur, trying to awkwardly move around

was human and I use my wrists to push on

chest, fear snaking around me tightly when his grip gets tighter. My mind screamed at me to make him let go but I didn’t have my gloves touching him, I would k**l

said let go,” I tell him, as his face moves toward mine. His breath smells

stepping away from me. Oh thank g*d, I never thought I would be excited to be glared at before in my life, but I was only seconds from throwing myself at him just to escape this man’s clutches. Kyan was walking down the corridor toward us, a look on his face that sent a chill

the heels, my other hand grabbing his suit jacket and the buttons unpop. Kyan steadies me, his eyes still on the man who was muttering about

me, I shiver. I His whisper is more of an angry growl,

if I have to hunt you down again” Kyan tells me. The man bristles and Kyan nudges me toward the exit and I hastily rush off. Stepping

fear of him

minutes the door beside me opens up and Kyan steps out. He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and locks the doors before grabbing the phone out of his back pocket. His jaw is clenched and I see his knuckles

turn toward the rest of the room when I stepped in front of him, tugging his suit jacket closed and