Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 241 – This Blake turned out to be one of Kyan’s warriors and a close friend of Lucas. The silver Audi pulled up out the manor’s front, and I climbed out. Kyan’s car wasn’t here, and it appeared no one was home when Lucas opened up the front door.

“Mara, quick come, come,” Lucas ushered me over to him, and the car left instantly, driving out.

“Hey Lucas,” I called to him as I walked toward him.

“So glad, about time you came home where you belong,” Lucas said, embracing me. He hugged me tightly while rubbing my back.

“So, where is Kyan?” I asked.

“Oh, he will be back sometime tonight, lets go make lunch; I made scones. You like scones with cream. I made the jam myself,” He says, tugging me into the house. I shake my head at his excitement but follow him anyway. It made me wonder how Kyan was so cold all the time when he had a loving father and an Uncle who seemed so cheerful and excitable.

He fed me scones, every sort of scone you could think of, my stomach felt like it would burst, and I think I tried about twenty of his homemade jams, I didn’t even know so many types of jams existed, and he made them all.

“Try this one. This is peach and mango jam,” Lucas said. I shake my head, trying to s*****w the last scone down. I didn’t want to be rude, but I seriously couldn’t eat anymore. My pants felt like they were about to burst, and half an hour ago, I had to undo the top button on my pants. I didn’t want to be rude, yet he kept feeding me them.

“No, thank you,” I tell him feeling woozy. Kora even felt queasy, and it was my body, not hers.

“I feel like he is trying to fatten us up. You sure he ain’t a witch too, the sort that tried to eat Hansel and Gretal,” Kora also whines in a food coma.

“How about some tea? I will make you some tea,”

“have a feeling he doesn’t get too many guests here,” Kora whines.

“No, thank you. What time did you say Kyan would be back. I had texted Jonah but hadn’t received a reply yet. Kyan’s phone just kept ringing out, so I had no idea what I was supposed to do with myself besides allowing Lucas to fatten me up for Kyan’s cauldron. I snicker to myself, wondering if he had one. All the sugar was getting to me and making me giggly.

“Ah, sometime soon, I am sure,” He answers vaguely.

“Okay, can I look around, maybe borrow a shirt and shower? This one has Jonah’s blood on it,” I tell him, lifting Jonah’s hoodie to show him my top.

“Why didn’t you say something? Follow me; you can use Kyan’s one. Feel free to steal one of his shirts. I will have to organize some clothes, Kyan did say you didn’t bring any, and he was supposed to have some sent to Jonah’s apartment. Must have slipped his mind,” He says, dusting his hands off on a tea towel. I felt so bloated as I stood, and my g*d, did every limb feel heavy. I wobble on my feet, the room spinning slightly. I had to clutch the table, and I was glad I had a hoodie on because I had the suspicion my belly was bulging.

I followed him to the stairs and groaned at how many steps I was about to walk up. Did it look like someone added extras? Suddenly, the staircase looked so steep, and I don’t remember it being so many stairs? Lucas rattled on the entire way. The man could talk, I nodded and made noises that I was listening to him, but his words sounded like one long one I couldn’t keep up. Why do I feel so heavy?

“Come on, three more steps. You can do it, mush, mush, mush,” Kora chants in my head as I stumble up the steps.

“At least you can work off those scones you ate; I swear I can feel my a*s growing wider already,” Kora mumbled as I did the terrible climb up them before sluggishly making my way to Kyan’s bedroom.

“Just help yourself,” Lucas says, shutting the door as I step inside his room. His room was perfectly made up, not a thing out of place, and I glanced at his bed longingly, wanting to crawl in and d*e from overeating. The thought became better and better as I shuffled my swollen guts over to it and fell face first.

never eating another scone,” I

the 13th one. If it was a scone

wants out, and I am not sure which end,” I tell her rolling on my side. She scrunches her face up at me before yawning herself. Who would have thought stuffing one’s face would be

take a

groan, unbuttoning my pants and

the window with that last scone. I didn’t care how Kyan found me, I was d***g here, and I refused to move.

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Kyan POV

I walked to my bedroom. Jonah was still out searching for Rose. G*d knows where and Marabella had been unreachable all day since I had no phone. Although,

safe, yet as I climbed the stairs, I had the strangest sensation she was close, and I opened the bond to her. That became a realization when I pushed my door open, and she was face down on

and I narrowed my eyes at him before stalking off down the hall

in my

but I could smell a lie, but strangely enough, I wasn’t even upset. Honestly, my Uncle loved to meddle and

at him and suddenly begins rambling about how she should be here, and yadda

he walked over to his old bedside table that made me grit my teeth. I had been trying to replace his

on my

stop wondering what he is

“Huh?”

“You are not mad?”

worried about her all d**n day. I stopped by there this morning, and I couldn’t find her; I am just glad

Kaif purrs in my head. Lucas scratches his head

mad,” I tell him, trying to

so I made sure she

I

but she did look a little uncomfortable, got a good appetite to fatten up pups one day,”‘ He prattles. I facepalm myself. My Uncle and his d**n jams

let me get over the shock of her passed out

put some brandy in the cream, or maybe

“Lucas!”

kick her out if she couldn’t move too well, though I am surprised how long she lasted; I expected her to pass out on the floor after the first 10,” I gape at him 10,

got my mate

quite talkative when drunk, glowing like a star, her face was so red, you should have watched her wobble up the stairs, took us a good 5 minutes as she stumbled her way

I sigh but also laugh, unable to contain it. I know his heart is in the right place,

but no feeding her

cookies? I baked her a

“No brandy?”

shake my head before heading back

open, she was in the same spot, still snoring lightly though now she had a wedgie, one side of her blue panties slivered up her

her, I shake her shoulder, and she mumbles

“Ella?” I ask her.

is in

she added. I laugh at her finding this very amusing, she would be mortified

moment I rolled her when she suddenly lurched forward and threw up

his head off, finding it hilarious when she suddenly slumped forward, her head resting where she just emptied her stomach on me. My OCD brain is trying to register the mess without throwing the mate in the bin. My entire body was screaming abort mission to save