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.

of

a light on?” I ask. He sighs before moving away, and I stumble to keep up with him. He stops by a

sat on the roof, and I could see the moon through its glass. I thought the

the 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

breathe, and Kyan

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

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

everything else that

“What happened to her,”

many doors making me wonder how many people lived here. I should have been paying attention, the place

next 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 the floor above tempted me, and

away from the steps, and I glance down the hall. He was watching me curiously, his head tilted

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

up there?” I ask, and

“The past,” He says.

family‘s past or

steps at the door at

and I have to take

wondering what he could possibly need to do at this

gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere in the City, the last thing

of the City

reporters in

“Does that worry you?”

live here, no not speak of what happens in this City,

can you be so

city is surrounded by wards, those that pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans that reside here can‘t speak

occurrences where people sent things out of the City, the footage is harder to explain, yet we always find a way, and those that investigate leave not remembering why they came here. They only remember

“You did that?”

just

Goddess Celeste lived

one stage, yes,” Kyan answers, pushing me toward his room with his hand on my lower

of time in

that 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

ask,

writes their feelings down in a

really,” I tell

He said as

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

and places the clothes next to the

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 step into the shower, and I feel for Kora;

you alright?” I ask

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

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Kyan POV

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

short legs take forever to get

the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly, colder

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

through my very essence, having walked directly through a large mass of energy like the ghosts of the

quiets instantly. The temperature rose significantly, and I gripped the door handle pushing the

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

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