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

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,

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

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 me curious if they were

I breathe, and Kyan hums in

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

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

were but like everything else

“What happened to her,”

doors making me wonder how many people lived here. I should have been paying

ran through me, a strange urge

the hall. He was watching me curiously, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes

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

and he walks over to

“The past,” He says.

family‘s past or

Kyan states, his eyes looking up the steps at the door at the top. It had some strange

should rest and I have to

what?” I ask, wondering what he could

up the mess left in the city, damage control, before the human media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s

most of the City was aware

yet the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in

“Does that worry you?”

that live here, no not speak of what happens in this City, nothing

can you be so

pass through forget any supernatural events if

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 having a good time, which

“You did that?”

Celeste did. My family just makes

Celeste lived

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

time in your

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

journal?” I ask, and

feelings

not really,”

said

says, walking out and closing the door. I turn the shower on,

I tell him, and he opens the door and places the clothes next to the sink basin before walking out only to

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 quickly nod, and he leaves

shower, and I feel for Kora;

you alright?” I

just leave it be,” Kora says. I looked down at my hands, knowing she was referring to what I did, the blood

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Kyan POV

something was wrong; however, he didn‘t calm down until we pulled in through the iron

up, hurry up. You humans with your short legs take

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

trouble drowning them out. The place is abuzz with excitement. Dad once explained the murmurings always grew louder with female presence. It was

through my very essence, having walked directly through a large mass

The chatter quiets instantly. The temperature rose significantly,

before I 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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