Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 229 – Kyan POV

“Kyan, I..I… I did something bad; I k****d them,” Marabella says; I could feel how scared she was, feel her anguish. I knew she was in the City. That is what woke me; she was close enough to me that it alerted me through the bond that was in trouble; the bond she was unaware we already shared.

“Marabella?” I called out to her, but all I could make out was that she was sobbing; my heart felt like it split it two.

“Pull over, I will find her quicker,” Kaif said, but the thought of letting him out frightened me.

“Just tell me where,” I tell him cracking down the window. We were wasting time pointlessly driving around in a circle.

“Left,” Kaif says, when I nearly drive past it, ripping on the wheel, the back end of my car hit the light pole, scraping across the trunk.

“Marabella, are you there? Speak to me, please, just keep on talking,” I tell her, but she was rambling nonsense when I heard a name I did not expect.

“Rose, please wake up, wake up,” Marabella whispers before sobbing again.

“Left again, she is on the next street,” Kaif roars, pressing beneath my skin. I turn the corner, the headlights lighting up the narrow street, and I nearly choke when I try to breathe. The car skids to a stop as I slam the brakes on.

Marabella was sitting on the ground drenched in blood, Rose‘s head clutched in her lap as she rocked back and forth. She hadn‘t seemed to notice the car had pulled up beside her, but when I opened my door, a savage growl tears out of her, her eyes snapping to mine, but they were pitch black and demonic–looking before she chokes on her sob.

“I didn‘t mean it,” She murmurs, her lips quivering, and she bites her bottom one, glancing around before dropping her head. I peek at Rose for a second panicked; she k****d Jonah‘s sister, yet she was breathing, and her pulse even. Marabella stroked Rose‘s hair and face, tears running down her face and dripping off.

Her eyes went back to their usual color. Looking around, I find a man lying d**d and black veins riddled his skin. I crouched next to him, and I could smell the scent of d***h, not just his corpse but the smell of black magic. Her handprint burnt into his wrist as if she had grabbed him. Standing up, I didn‘t notice the other man until I turned to walk to the other, but there he was impaled on the wall about ten meters up.

A drainage pipe stabbing through his chest was holding him in place, blood soaked the brickwork below him, leaving a puddle on the ground.

Walking over to the other man, Mara whimpers, making me glance at her.

“I‘m right here; nothing will hurt you,” I tell her, stopping beside her, she stared at me desperately, but I had to see. I had to see so I could watch what happened.

Walking over to the other man, it looked like Kaifs handy work, the man‘s face crushed into the pavement, brain matter spilling out his ears, and the top of his head burst open. His facial features were expunged entirely.

Turning back to the scene, I feel my magic ripple, and Marabella‘s head snaps up like she could sense it, I had no doubt that she could.

“Close your eyes for me, Ella” I tell her, not wanting her to see the ghosts of the past playing out for her to relive. She didn‘t need to witness it when she had already endured it. For once, she actually listened to me, tucking her face into Rose‘s neck.

The vibration of my magic passes through me. Kaif wanting to see also presses forward; he was better at identifying power. Kaif was the oldest thing currently living and had seen plenty of magic in his time.

“Déixame ver,” I murmur,

comes around the corner only to stop. My brows furrowed when I noticed a strange mist behind her. I t looked like it was coming out of her but not like it was attached to her. It wasn‘t

scene to move forward,

Marabella looks up, her eyes snapping to the ghostly figures, and I

tucking her head into the crook of my neck while I continue to watch the scene.

off and grabs his hand, her magic expelling out her and rushing up his arm before

has poor form,” Kaif says, and he was right. She fought blindly on basic instinct, but it did

be trained, given who

it; just quiet,” I tell him. She ducks under the man’s arm when he swings at her, her hands coming up under his chest, and she launches him. I

see the other man trying to rape Rose. Black mist scooting across the ground when she suddenly absorbs it, taking it back into herself before he suddenly stands

that, Kaif?” I ask, and he seems shocked

necromancy I think,

Marabella‘s ghostly figure, she roars, her canines slipping out as she pounces on him. He stood no chance once she was on top of him. She gripped his face, her fingers going through

pop sound of his skull against the pavement, yet she still dug her hands in using both, and his brains start spilling out of his ears before she starts pounding on him, obliterating what‘s

that?” I ask him. Seeing the demonic mist spill into

can‘t be,”

is it,

ours,” He states

possible, though,”

from your bloodline and only yours; you

settling back in the present. Marabella shook in my arms. Her entire

you‘re okay, I can

reach down, brushing Rose‘s

remember this, not what happened here,” I tell her, and she

here,” I whisper to her. I

Rose,” I tell her, and she reluctantly lets me go. I grab Rose, placing her in the backseat of the car. Turning around, Marabella was rubbing her arms, staring

about their bodies?” She

car. I will take care of it,” She looks back at me, her eyes scrutinizing my face

is probably wondering why

you are going to insult me, at least use words from this

forgot you‘re a simpleton; what about a c**t? A*****e? Them words you should know, and describe your unsavory personality

in my head. Marabella‘s voice

why help?” Did she really think

but I would never allow anyone to harm her, not even myself. If I was selfish, I would give in to the mate bond, but I know the harm that

ask. I don‘t care what she thinks of me. How much we argue, how much she hates me, that would never

always be mine,” I tell her; stepping closer, I press my lips to her forehead. She clutches the front of my shirt, and I pull her toward my car,

place cleaned up. It was late enough in the night no one would be passing down this street, there were no houses here, and the end of this street turned into a d**d end. The clean–up wouldn‘t take long anyway, not for my men, who assured me they would be

to the Hotel as I got in the car. Marabella stared vacantly out the windscreen, and I touched her hand with mine. She jumps before blinking and looking

and I shake my

me,” I tell her, and she looks over into the back seat

is fine, I promise. I can