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.

energy of the place; there are

stumble to keep up with him. He

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

in photos and old paintings of men and women. Each

is huge,” I breathe, and

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 picture. He was

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

but like everything else

“What happened to her,”

down 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 door he went into before he

off the shudder that ran through me, a strange urge to go

pulls me away 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

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

there?” I ask, and he walks

“The past,” He says.

family‘s past or

eyes looking up the steps at the door at the top. It had some strange inscription

cleaned up, and then you should rest and I have

wondering what he could possibly need to do

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

City was aware of what

gets newbie reporters

“Does that worry you?”

of what happens in this City, nothing

can you be

city is surrounded by wards, those that pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans that reside here can‘t speak of it outside the City,” He

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

“You did that?”

My family just makes

Goddess Celeste lived

my lower back. Instantly, I am hit with Kyan‘s scent, Jonah‘s too,

lot of time in

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

journal?” I ask, and he

feelings

not really,” I tell

He said as I stood

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

and he opens the door and places the clothes next to the sink basin before walking out only to

have to head out, but I won‘t be long. You can sleep in here. I will sleep on the couch. Also, Lucas

and I feel for Kora; she had

you alright?”

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

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Kyan POV

something was wrong; however, he didn‘t calm down until we pulled in through the iron gates. The manor came

You humans with your short legs take forever to

door gently before walking into the house. I noticed the

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

having walked directly through a large mass of energy like the ghosts of the past were huddled out the front

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

I even have a chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a murmur as the words left my lips

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