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 the place; there are no ghosts,” he

I ask. He sighs before moving away, and I stumble to keep up with him. He

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

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

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 picture. He

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

but like everything

“What happened to her,”

that‘s what happened to her, “Kyan says, walking off 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

the shudder that ran through me, a strange urge to go to the floor above tempted me, and my feet

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, shadows

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

up there?” I ask, and he walks over to

“The past,” He says.

family‘s past

looking up the steps at the door at the top. It

you should rest and I have to take care of a few things

he could possibly

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

thought most of the City was aware of

yet the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in trying to break

“Does that worry you?”

of

can you

events if witnessed, humans that

yet 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?”

did. My family just makes

Celeste lived

answers, pushing me toward his room with his hand on my lower back. Instantly, I am

lot of time in your room?

next to the bookcases. Shelves ran

ask, and

someone that writes their feelings down in a

really,”

answer,” He said as I

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

places the clothes next to the sink basin before walking

can sleep in here. I will sleep on the couch. Also, Lucas is down the hall if you need anything,”

and I feel for

you alright?” I

what I did, the blood was flaking off my hands, and I reached for

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Kyan POV

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 him so close to the surface had

short legs

the door gently before walking into the house. I noticed the cold

were louder, murmuring quietly, and 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

walked directly

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 grabbing ice, and I stepped

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

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