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.

joking Marabella, it‘s just the energy of

to keep up with him. He stops by a wall and flicks a switch. Light

could see the moon through its glass. I thought the place was three floors, but I could see another two levels, making it

walls are covered in photos and old paintings of men and women. Each division

huge,” I breathe, and Kyan hums in

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 I realized it was a wedding

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

were but like everything else that

“What happened to her,”

off down the corridor, so many doors making me wonder how many people lived here. I should

I stopped. Trying to fight off the shudder that ran through me, a strange urge to go to the floor above tempted me, and my feet halted, my

watching me curiously, his head tilted to

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

ask, and he

“The past,” He says.

past or

looking up the steps at the door at the top. It had some strange inscription marked into black

you should rest and I have to take care

he could possibly need

media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s

City was aware of what you

the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in trying to break the case

“Does that worry you?”

no not speak of what happens in this City, nothing

can you be so

that pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans that reside here can‘t speak

find a way, and those that investigate leave not remembering why they came here. They only remember having a good time, which keeps

“You did that?”

Celeste did. My family just makes sure the

Celeste lived

with his hand on my lower back. Instantly, I am hit with Kyan‘s

time in your room?

couch next to the bookcases. Shelves ran along each wall, covered in old books that

journal?” I ask, and he

like someone that writes their feelings down

really,” I tell

there‘s your answer,” He said as

some clothes and a towel,” he says, walking out and closing the door. I turn the shower on, checking the

the door and places the clothes next to the sink basin before

but I won‘t be long. You can sleep in here. I will sleep on the couch. Also, Lucas is down the hall if you need anything,” he says,

into the shower, and I feel for Kora; she had

you alright?” I ask

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, Kora‘s

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Kyan POV

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.

hurry up. You humans with your short legs take

my car, shutting the door gently before walking into the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly, colder than usual. Usually, it

they grew 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

corridor to my room, I felt a cold rush move through me, through my very essence, having walked directly through

becoming annoyed with it, growls in warning, and electricity zaps from my fingertips. The chatter quiets instantly. The temperature rose significantly,

leaving little clouds in the air. Kaif presses forward before I even have a chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a murmur as the words left my lips spoken in a tongue not my own, using power centuries

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