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.

at him furiously at his lack of care, yet

still would have done it, not as

coke out, he slides one across to me on

and I glare at him, which he shrugs, infuriating

expected Jonah too, he was never subtle about what he wants and I knew he

her, I kissed her not the other way

and secondly, I can’t k**l you.

your knee and spank

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 for you,” I chuckle at him as he wiggles his eyebrows; he just kissed

Kaif was still undecided about inflicting pain on him, shift but he also knew he would inflict pain on himself. Still, Marabella’s feelings for him had him convinced he would only be hurting her by doing

how he got her, but he kept something from me, which had me worried because it wasn’t

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

Kaifs hisses at me while 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

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

I turn the shower on. “You seriously going

as he moves around in my room. I yank my clothes off, chucking them in

flicking through the pages of one of my family’s grimoires, Celeste’s one. The pages were old and delicate, and he didn’t have gloves on. Walking over, I take it from him, setting it back in its air-tight box, and Jonah

why curse him to your bloodline every

his first vessel, and because he k****d Luna,” I tell him, wondering why he was suddenly taking a keen interest in the Octavian Curse. He rarely

created him; how could you curse your own creation?” Jonah

pay attention,” I

sudden interest in my family’s curse

I want to ensure you don’t

are not sharing a mate; Marabella is mine, and I won’t share,

say, still

Kaif growls and answers before shoving forward angrily, and I struggle to force him back. Jonah pores emit the scent of his fear before he

his anger dwindles slightly; he hated

them through the bonds was one thing, but seeing it, he would be uncontrollable. Marabella’s feeling for Jonah stumped him, and he seemed in 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, I couldn’t risk either of them like that, and for once we

his

shrug, pulling on another