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.

Marabella, it‘s just the energy of

you to put a light on?” I ask. He sighs before moving away, and I stumble to

see the moon through its glass. I

way to the next landing, the walls are covered in photos and old paintings of men and women. Each

breathe, and Kyan hums in

next to one of the paintings, I see a man with a startling resemblance to 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

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

were but like everything else that

“What happened to her,”

wonder how many people lived

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 my feet halted, my hand gripping the

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

when he called me Marabella, I felt

up there?” I ask, and he walks

“The past,” He says.

family‘s past

door at the top. It had some strange inscription

should rest and I have to take care of

could possibly need

in 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

are it‘s unspoken of, yet the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in trying to break the case on the

“Does that worry you?”

of what happens in this City, nothing leaves

you

city is surrounded by wards, those that pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans

always find a way, and those that investigate leave not remembering why they came here. They only remember having

“You did that?”

My family just makes

Celeste lived

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

lot of time in your

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,

feelings down in a

really,” I tell

answer,” He said

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

him, and he opens the door and places the clothes next to the sink

sleep on the couch. Also, Lucas is down the hall if you need anything,” he

step into the shower, and I feel for Kora;

you alright?” I

hands, knowing she was referring to what I did, the blood

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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

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

before walking into the house. I noticed the cold chill instantly, colder than usual. Usually, it doesn‘t bother me, yet something feels alive

with excitement. Dad once explained the murmurings always grew louder with female presence. It was something he never understood either. I had never brought and woman here except Rose when she came here with Jonah, yet the voices never

rush move through me, through my very essence, having walked directly through a large mass of energy like the

becoming annoyed with it, growls in warning, and electricity zaps from my fingertips. The chatter quiets instantly. The temperature rose significantly, and I gripped the door

the air. Kaif presses forward before I even have a chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a murmur

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