Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 224 – Kyan POV

My skin itched and burned fiercely at her betrayal, anger coursed through me, making my blood boil. She was mine, and I never expected her to do such a thing. And with my best friend of all people.

“You mean your only friend? I told you to mark her,” Kaif snarls in my head. I expected more of her; we were mates. Jonah, I knew he had feelings for her. It is evident in the way he never shut up about her. It honestly didn’t shock me. However, how strong Marabella’s feelings for him in return did.

I was more shocked that she still had feelings for him after finding her mate. I thought it was a crush she had, she had always been rather shy, and I knew there was something there, but for it to be so strong after realizing I was her mate astounded me.

Jonah did warn me he wouldn’t stop pursuing her, but the fact she reacted to him still really ground my gears. Jonah, however, was full of happiness and bubbly as f*ck; I knew he would be annoying as h**l when he got here could feel him getting closer, and he wasn’t the least bit apologetic. Kaif growls, feeling Jonah’s shift emotions so heightened.

I stare down at my last message, she better show up and be brave enough for once to confront me, or I will drag her a*s here, kicking and screaming, and lock her away in my basement.

“No, next time, you will mark her and keep her before Jonah takes her from us,” Kaif snarls.

Kaif stirs angrily under my skin when Jonah’s car pulls up outside, and I find myself stalking out of my room and jogging down the steps. Kaif wanted to k**l him, and so did I, though I knew that wasn’t an option since he was tied to us.

Jonah lets himself in with his key just as I reach the foyer. A growl escapes me and echoes around us; he raises an eyebrow at me, unfazed by me rushing toward him. My fist connects with his chin and lip when I punch him, Blood gushing out and spilling down his chin and onto his shirt, making Jonah glare at me.

He growls at me before wiping his mouth the back of his hand.

“I f*cking liked this shirt, d*ckwad,” Jonah snaps at me. Looking down at his grey shirt with some emblem on the front. He groans, tugging at his shirt to see the bloodstain on the front along the neckline. He huffs, and I ball my hands into fists, Kaif pressing beneath the surface, his aura washing over me as he tried to settle down; if I didn’t punch him, Kaif may have come out and ripped him to pieces again, though he seemed to relax a little his thoughts on Marabella and the pull to go to her was more potent, he wanted to bring her here where he could watch her and keep her away from Jonah, but something was nagging at him also, something he wasn’t willing to share even with me.

“Do you have any idea how hard blood is to get out of clothes?”‘ Jonah snaps, tugging it off with one hand and tossing it at me. The shirt hits me in the chest, and I grab it.

“That’s it, that’s all you got to say?” I ask him, and he smirks, folding his arms across his chest. Kaif fought against the urge to shift as fur replaced skin on my arms yet he was more angered at me than Jonah, which I didn’t understand. He blamed me for letting it happen, which angered me more; I never told him to kiss her.

Jonah rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, Oh yeah, I kissed your mate. Do you want details now? Or did you feel it? You felt it, huh? By the way, My sister punches harder than that,” he says, punching my shoulder on his way past me and heading toward the kitchen.

growls at him furiously at his lack of care, yet still,

to deal with your homicidal a*s, get over it. Blame fuckface, he should have marked her, but I probably still would have done it, not as if I kept it a secret from you; I am here, aren’t I?” Jonah says,

through the double doors after him, and he rummages through my fridge before grabbing a can of coke out, he slides one

well,” Jonah comments, and I glare at him, which he shrugs, infuriating me more shift before I

her,” I admit; I honestly expected Jonah too, he was never subtle about what

her, I kissed her not

you back, and secondly, I can’t k**l you. Marabella, on the other hand, will

over your knee and spank her, ooh can I watch?” Jonah asks, and I growl at

watch. Then I can rub it better be the good one, while you…. You just be you. I will win, either way, so keep up the douchebag act. It’s really working wonders

him had him convinced he would only be hurting her by doing something to Jonah, which astounded me he would come

but he kept something

he snarls before I am suddenly sprayed in coke when my claws slip out and puncture the can I was holding, spraying coke all over me. I jump, rushing to the sink to discard the can, and I

Jonah hands me a tea towel, and I snatch it from him, wiping my face and the front of my tank top, the crotch of my grey sweats saturated, making it look like I

fight the urge to go shower the syrupy mess off me. The desire becomes too strong, and I hear Jonah laugh as I walk out of the kitchen; Kaif knows I’m not too fond of mess, and now I feel sticky. He deliberately did it to shift get

into my ensuite, I turn the shower on. “You seriously going to shower? Just get a wet cloth and wipe yourself clean,

moves around in my room. I yank my clothes off, chucking them in the hamper before stepping in and instantly reaching for the

on my bed, wrinkling the straightened comforter while flicking through the pages of one of my family’s grimoires, Celeste’s one. The pages were old and delicate, and

makes no sense; Celeste created Kaif; why curse him to your bloodline

wondering why he was suddenly taking a keen interest in the Octavian Curse. He rarely asked questions, just

created him; how could you curse your

Do you not pay attention,” I

interest in my

are sharing a mate, I want to ensure

are not sharing a mate; Marabella is mine, and

say, still

him back. Jonah pores emit the scent of his fear before he stifles it, knowing it would fuel Kaif if he

the situation and his anger dwindles slightly; he hated the idea of Jonah touching Marabella, yet at the same time, he worried Marabella would hate us

shock just how strongly they both felt towards each other, his mind going to Luna and what he did. The agony of her d***h,

it too; it is what his curse is about, after all, this was his punishment. To be forever alone, to know love only

about something?” Jonah says, and I shrug, pulling on another tank top before