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.

just the energy of the place; there are no

you to put a light on?” I ask. He sighs before moving away, and I stumble to keep up with him. He stops by a wall and flicks a switch. Light brightens the stairs, and I

around and then looking up, a huge dome sat on the roof, and I could see the moon through its glass. I thought the place

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

is huge,” I breathe, and Kyan hums

woman in the Massive picture had a huge

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

like everything else that ended

“What happened to her,”

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

to fight off the shudder that ran through

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

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

there?” I ask, and he walks over to

“The past,” He says.

past or

the door at the top. It

you should rest and I have to take

ask, wondering what he could possibly need

of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere in the City, the last thing we need is one of them getting footage of what happened

the City

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

“Does that worry you?”

not speak of what

can you be so

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

the footage is harder to explain, yet we always find a way, and those that investigate

“You did that?”

just makes sure

Goddess Celeste lived

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

of time

way, 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.

ask,

I look like someone that writes their feelings down in

really,”

He said

out and closing the door. I turn the shower on, checking the

the door and places the clothes next to

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

step into the shower, and I feel for Kora; she had remained alert but barely

you alright?”

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 thoughts becoming

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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

with your short legs take forever to get places,

of my car, shutting the door gently before walking into the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly, colder than usual. Usually, it doesn‘t bother me, yet something feels alive in

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

walked directly through a large mass

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

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

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