Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 230

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 230 – Marabella POV

Kyan placed Rose in the spare bedroom on the main floor. The house was huge, and I understood the haunted vibes. Stepping into the dark, gloomy house made me shudder. The house itself felt like it rippled with energy, or maybe I spooked myself, I couldn‘t be sure. Yet, I somehow knew Kyan spoke the truth. There was something off about this place. It was tainted. Tainted in the same darkness that looms over me, it was a depressing, awfully lonely feeling.

“I‘m not lonely,” Kyan mutters, and I glance at him.

“I never said you were,” I told him, rubbing my arms. I felt cold and chilled to the bone; unease rolled over me.

“I know you didn‘t, but I could feel it through the bond,”

 

“We haven‘t got a bond; you never marked me,”

“We have a bond. I just don‘t let you feel it. It formed the day I brought you back, bonded us together,” he says before stopping. He curses, and I observe him wondering what he means.

He falls quiet when suddenly I am smashed with an overwhelming feeling that felt foreign, a mixture of relief, fear before anger, but it felt more inward than was directed at someone, just like when you wake in a bad mood yet can‘t explain what you‘re mad about.

“See? Bonded, I couldn‘t let you d*e,” he states. And the feeling suddenly vanished as quickly as it appeared. Making me realize the feeling was his, not mine. I waited for him to explain, but he didn‘t.

Instead, he hovers over Rose with a look of deep concentration on his face. Kyan runs the tips of his fingers down her face to her chin before back up to her temple. He murmurs something when I see what looks like a mini–tornado with glimpses or flashes of pictures swirling through its mist. He pulls his fingers back, the small tunnel–like thread zapping into his hand before disappearing.

“What did you do?”

 

“Took her memory and replaced it,” he says, tucking her in. Rose mumbles but doesn‘t wake; she rolls over and snuggles deeper into the blankets.

“Now you,”

“What?” I ask, taking a step back.

“You should shower,” he points to my clothes and hands, and I let out a breath, looking down at my blood–stained clothes.

“I will find something for you to wear,” he says, walking out of the room.

I watched him leave the room before he came back, looking into the room at me.

“Are you coming?” He asks.

“Oh right, I thought you wanted me to wait here,”

“This room has no bathroom; you can use mine,” he says, wandering off, and I quickly follow after him.

Passing through the long halls, Kyan walks to a set of stairs, the clock chiming as I walk past it, and I jump startled, clutching my chest in fright, trying to get my rhythm back to normal.

“It‘s a clock,”

“I know what it is, your house is creepy, and I didn‘t expect it,”

“Wait until 1.11 am; that‘s when things get creepy around here,” he says, stalking up the steps.

“What?” I chase after him, and he chuckles.

“That‘s when the poltergeist comes out to play, oh and my grandmother‘s ghost, if you hear walking around, it‘s just her,” he states, and I rush up the stairs faster, nearly running into the back of him. He laughed while I looked down at the darkness of the foyer below.

Marabella, it‘s just the energy of the place;

stumble to keep up with him. He stops by

dome sat on the roof, and I could see the moon through

and

I breathe,

resemblance to Kyan. In fact, all the men looked almost the same, just slight differences. The woman in the Massive picture had a huge round belly and was definitely pregnant. They both smiled, and the man was side on, clasping the woman‘s hands before

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

everything

“What happened to her,”

many people lived here. I should have

to the floor above, I stopped. Trying to fight off the shudder that ran through

from the steps, and I glance down the hall. He was watching me curiously, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes darkened for a second,

did flip–flops at the name. I couldn‘t explain it. Yet when he called me Marabella,

I ask, and

“The past,” He says.

past or

door

get cleaned up, and then you should rest and I have to take care of a

ask, wondering what he could possibly need

damage control, before the human media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere in the City, the last thing we need is one of

the City was aware of what you

unspoken of, yet the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in trying to break the

“Does that worry you?”

not speak of what happens

you be so

wards, those that pass through forget any supernatural events if

we always find a way, and those that investigate leave not remembering why they came here. They only remember having

“You did that?”

did. My family just makes

Goddess Celeste lived

answers, pushing me toward his room with his hand on my

lot of time in your room? “I

but yes. He hates the house, creeps him out. He usually sleeps on the couch,” Kyan says, pointing to the couch next to the bookcases. Shelves ran along each wall, covered in old books that looked more like journals. A bathroom sits off one side, and Kyan steers me toward

I ask, and

I look like someone that writes their feelings down in a book?”

really,” I

He said as I stood

you some clothes and a towel,” he says, walking out and closing the door. I turn the shower on, checking the water before waiting for him to return. He knocks

him, and he opens the door and places the clothes

the couch. Also, Lucas is down the hall if you need

feel for Kora; she had remained alert but barely

you alright?” I ask

it be,” Kora says. I looked down at my hands, knowing she was referring to what I did, the blood was flaking off my hands, and I reached for the soap. Scrubbing them,

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Kyan POV

me the entire time I was gone, wanting to go back to Marabella to check on her. I assured him Lucas would have rung if something was wrong; however, he didn‘t calm down until we pulled in through the iron gates. The manor came into view, and he relaxed and stopped pushing beneath my skin. My arms had been itching since I left the place. The vibration of

short legs take forever to get

the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly, colder than usual. Usually, it doesn‘t bother me, yet something feels alive

louder as I climbed the stairs. So loud I was having trouble drowning them out. The place is abuzz with excitement. Dad once explained the murmurings always grew louder with female presence. It was something he never understood either. I had never brought and woman here except

down the corridor to my room, I felt a cold rush move through me, through my very essence, having walked directly through a large mass of energy

and electricity zaps from my fingertips. The chatter quiets instantly. The temperature rose significantly, and I gripped the door handle pushing the door open, the handle was like

breath leaving little clouds in the air. Kaif presses forward before I even have a chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a

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