Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 214

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 214 – “You better not be wanking; what is taking you so long-” he stops suddenly, a look of shock on his face as Jonah tugs me toward his friend.

Kyan had on a tailored navy suit, yet it did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle beneath his clothes. His suit jacket was, open the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and I could make out the dark tattoos beneath the white button- up shirt, some swirling design pattern that moved up the side of his neck.

He stops looking at Jonah, and his jaw clenches; I hadn’t seen him in years, and he had put on more weight, was just as tall as Jonah but built sturdier, more muscular. His dark hair cropped short on the sides and longer on top, he had a five o’clock shadow whereas Jonah was clean shaved, Kyan’s eyes are a deep grey almost black, lined with thick lashes; he looked like a woman’s equivalent of a wet dream until his face morphed into a snarl when he notices me. His eyes dart to Jonah’s, and his lips press in a harsh line. We stop in front of him, and I start slipping on my gloves to cover my hands, anything to distract myself from the look he was giving me.

“She isn’t eighteen, Jonah; she can’t be in a C****o by herself,”

“Good thing she isn’t by herself then,” Jonah says, stepping past him and reaching for the door. Kyan steps away from me.

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Kyan growls at him.

“She is with us, so it will be fine; you said I could bring someone,”

“So you chose a twelve-year-old,” His words stung. No, they more than stung; the way he said it made my stomach plunge somewhere cold and deep within me.

“She is sixteen, and geez, Kyan, what has got into you? It’s Marabella, for g*d sake.”

“That’s exactly my point; she is underage and shouldn’t be in a f*****g C****o,”

“Fine, go by yourself then; I will take her bowling or something,” Jonah tells him with a sigh, bowling sounded better than spending the night next to someone who clearly hates my guts. Kyan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales.

“We lose our liquor license because of her,”

“She won’t be drinking or in any of the g******g areas, and she is with us; no one would say s**t,” Jonah cuts him off. Kyan’s eyes darted to mine.

“She remains with you; I am not babysitting her,” Kyan snaps before opening the door and stepping out.

“I will just wait here,” I tell Jonah, suddenly feeling unwelcome. You would think by now I would be used to that feeling, but I did not want to cause conflict between him and his best friend, it would be better if I just rang dad to come to get me. This was a terrible idea; I just wanted to go home.

“Marabella, hurry up; we are already late. We can’t leave you in here by yourself,” Kyan snaps from outside the hallway.

Jonah squeezes my hand, and Kyan growls, Kyan not missing the action as his eyes dart down to glare at Jonah’s hand. Jonah lets me go gripping my elbow, and Kyan walks off in a manner that makes me not want to follow; one day Marabella, one day and we will be free, I remind myself. Jonah tugged me along beside him, or more dragged me with these stupid heels. Glancing over his shoulder, he sneers at us before Kyan presses the button on the elevator before looking at my hands.

“Remove them; they don’t go with your dress,” Kyan says, glaring at my hands. I look up at Jonah. It was one thing not having them on when with Jonah or mum, even Eziah; besides showering, I always wore them.

“But If I touch,”

“You won’t be touching anyone; remove them,” Kyan snaps at me.

“Bro, chill. Leave her be,” Kyan ignores him, his intense aggressive gaze holding mine.

“All these years, and control it, remove them, Marabella. I won’t be seen with you while you wear those ridiculous gloves,” Jonah growls at him, and Kyan rolls his eyes, grabbing my gloved hand and tugging the glove off by the fingers, he then reaches for the other and tugs it off before pocketing them. I clench my hands into fists, rubbing my fingers over my palm when the doors open, having my hands on display for the world to see made me feel naked.

Hopping in the elevator, Kyan does up his suit jacket before fiddling with his cufflinks he pulls from his pocket, his jaw clenched as he glared at his wrists trying to put the cufflinks on before dropping one. I bend down picking it up.

“Here let me help,” Jonah tells him.

“It’s fine,” Kyan snaps at him and Jonah puts up his hands.

“F**k man, just trying to help, no need to bite my head off,” Jonah says stepping away from him. Kyan sighs looking over at him before reaching for the cufflink in my hand.

“I’m sor-” He stops short of what he was saying when I grip his wrist, turning his hand palm up and poking the cufflink through. I straighten his cuff and look up to find him staring at me. His face is set in stone and indecipherable. I jerk my hand away at the cold look he gives me. I shouldn’t have touched him, why would I do that?

His jaw clenches before he swallows. Holding out his other wrist and cufflink. My hands shook as I pinched the cufflink between my fingers before fixing the other one when I felt his hand brush against the back of mine, his thumb stroking over the back of it, sparks rushed up my arms and my lips part as I quickly did the cuff link up and step away.

“See, she isn’t so bad. Little fingers come in handy sometimes,” Jonah laughs, nudging him. Kyan nods but doesn’t say anything, turning to stare at the elevator doors. His hands fist at his sides and I look at Jonah who shrugs before gripping my elbow.

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My feet were k*****g, all night Jonah had been dragging me from one place to another, I swear I walked the entire C****o twenty times, Kyan always with u s but he barely acknowledged my presence except when I went to wander off to use the bathroom, only for him t o snap at me and say to stay close. We now seemed to be in some event room, the strobing lights were giving me a headache, and I desperately needed to pee still. The water bottle in ny hand was now empty and I looked around for a bathroom when a man approached Jonah about some tech issue with the security cameras.

“Ah, hang on. I will come have a look, watch Mara for me,” he says, patting Kyan’s shoulder before walking off and not giving him time to answer. Kyan glares at him before turning to look at m e before he turns back to the person he was talking to.