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.

energy of the

moving away, and I stumble to keep up with him. He stops by a wall and flicks a switch. Light brightens the stairs, and

on the roof, and I could see the

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

I breathe,

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 hands before

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

were but like everything else

“What happened to her,”

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

leading to the floor above, I stopped. Trying to fight off the shudder that ran through me, a strange

down the hall. He was watching me curiously, his head tilted to

name. I couldn‘t explain it. Yet when he called me Marabella, I felt like I was

ask, and

“The past,” He says.

past

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

you should rest and I have to take

ask, wondering what he could possibly need

city, damage control, before the human media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere

City

gets newbie reporters in trying to break the case

“Does that worry you?”

of

can you

through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans that reside here can‘t speak of it outside the City,”

sent things out of the City, the footage is harder to explain, yet we always find a way, and

“You did that?”

family just makes sure the wards stay

Celeste lived

with his hand on my lower back. Instantly, I am hit with Kyan‘s scent,

lot of time in your

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 bookcases. Shelves ran along each wall, covered in old books that looked more like journals. A bathroom sits off one side, and

ask, and

writes their feelings down in a book?” I

not really,” I

said as I

says, walking out and closing the door. I

and places the clothes

here. I will sleep on the couch. Also,

for Kora; she had remained

you alright?” I ask

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

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Kyan POV

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

short legs take forever to

the house. I noticed the

The place is abuzz with excitement. Dad once explained the murmurings always grew

my room, I felt a cold rush move through me, through my very essence, having walked directly through a large mass of energy like the ghosts

significantly, and I gripped the door handle pushing the door open, the handle was like grabbing

a chance, turning my palm upright. His voice a murmur as the words left my lips spoken in a tongue not

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