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.

the energy of the place;

before moving away, and I stumble to keep

on the roof, and I could see the moon through its glass. I thought the place was three floors, but I could see another

next landing, the walls are covered in photos and old paintings of men and women. Each division between doors had a man and woman, making me

is huge,” I breathe, and

see a man with a startling 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 I

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

were but like everything else that ended

“What happened to her,”

the corridor, so many doors making me wonder how many people lived here. I should have been paying attention, the place was huge, and I wandered aimlessly looking for which

to the stairs leading to the floor above, I stopped. Trying to fight off the shudder that ran through me, a strange urge to go to

watching me curiously, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes darkened for

name. I couldn‘t explain it. Yet when he called me Marabella, I felt like I was being scolded. Ella

I ask, and he

“The past,” He says.

past or

up the steps at the door

should rest and I have to take care of a

he could possibly need to do at this ungodly

control, before the human media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere in the City,

most of the City was aware of what

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

“Does that worry you?”

of what happens

can you

pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans

a few occurrences where people sent things out of the City, the footage is harder to explain, yet we always find a way, and those that

“You did that?”

did. My family just

Goddess Celeste

Kyan answers, pushing me toward his room with his hand on my lower back.

a lot of time in your

the couch next to the bookcases. Shelves ran along each wall, covered in old books that looked more like journals. A bathroom sits

I ask,

writes their feelings down in

really,” I

He said as I stood in

I turn the shower on, checking the water before waiting for him to return. He

and he opens the door and places the clothes next to

have to head out, 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, and I

feel for Kora; she had remained alert but barely spoke

you alright?” I

I did, the blood was flaking off my hands, and I reached for the soap. Scrubbing them, Kora‘s thoughts becoming mine, and guilt

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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

hurry up. You humans with your short legs take forever to get

before walking into the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly,

the murmurings always grew louder with female presence. It was something he never understood either. I had never brought and woman here except

walked directly through a large mass of energy like

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 grabbing ice, and I stepped into the

chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a murmur as the words left my lips spoken in a

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