Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 215

 

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 215 – Marabella Eighteen-years-old

Having a wolf was so much more than I expected. I never realized how empty I was until Kora came to me, how much I craved interaction, someone to fill the void that resided inside me. How lonely one’s mind could truly be. Then she came along. Kora couldn’t stop the pain, but she kept me tipping over the edge, over the precipice, and into the dark void of nothingness that was m She kept bringing me back even when I wished she didn’t.

“Up Marabella, we can’t sit in here all day,” Kora murmurs in my head. I felt like a passenger in my own body these days; something was off. More So than usual, like my soul was searching for something. My days were lived on autopilot, a never- ending battle with my mind. “Marabella, get up,” Kora snapped, and I rolled on my back, groaning; I forced myself out of bed. She would whine if I didn’t, and honestly, I was having trouble coming up with more excuses not to leave my room. Mum was becoming suspicious; I needed to do this. Today was the last day; I just had to get up and go to this meeting, then leave. Yet, that felt like a mammoth task. One I wasn’t up for.

My days blurred into one, barely recognizing my scenery, barely hearing the words spoken to me or around me; I was comfortable in my misery, that was the beauty of depression, after a while, you no longer care, your days turning repetitive, going through the motions but not truly living the moments, locked within yourself but so familiar with the feeling it becomes your comfort place.

I blink, looking around before looking down at myself. I realize Kora must have taken over before giving me back control. I was dressed in my usual jeans and a black tank top with my leather Jacket. She had a thing for leather; I think she liked how it smelt. But once again, my entire morning slipped by, and I was a passenger, letting Kora take over. It was easier that way. For once, someone else dealt with my daily struggle, the torment it is to be the burden.

 

I was standing in the foyer when I came back to my surroundings, My hand was on the door handle, and I couldn’t even remember walking down the stairs.

“Geez, Marabella, I told you we were leaving; I have been waiting twenty minutes for you,” My mother scolds as we walk out to the car.

“I don’t understand why I have to go; just take Eziah; this is more his scene; he will b e Alpha, not me,” I whine, dropping into the passenger seat.

“And what’s your scene, Marabella, sulking in your room day in and day out?” My mother asks as I clip my seatbelt in.

“Yep, sounds good to me,” I tell her, my voice coming off slightly bitchy.

“Well haven’t you got quite the attitude today,” My mother says, reversing out. I sigh before muttering an apology. My mother reaches over, squeezing my gloved hand gently.

 

“You need to get out more honey, experience the world, your fathers and I worry you are becoming depressed, you have rarely left your room since school finished up. Are you missing your friends already? You know you can borrow the cars to go see them,” I nearly snorted a giggle at her words. Friends like I would know what the heck a friend was besides Kora and Jonah.

Eventually, mum gave up and left me to my thoughts and my wolf’s unneeded musings. How she could be so positive was beyond me, she was always trying to find something to cheer me up, yet I saw nothing to be excited about. I groaned when we finally pulled up to the hall where the meeting was held.

“Not many will be here; it isn’t a big meeting this year,” My mother rattles on. Like I gave a c**p. I wasn’t Alpha, and I had no intention of being one; no one would follow me anyway. Alpha to the shadows, I chuckle to myself, and my mother raises an eyebrow at me. I always felt awkward going anywhere with her; she looked the same age as me, never changing, and could pass as my sister. Same with both, my father’s never changing and always the same. My father Mateo nearly punched a man out once who assumed I was his girlfriend. Among humans, my mother, and I say we’re sisters, was more believable than the truth, and we would probably be in a looney bin if we muttered about moon goddesses and werewolves.

“Oh look, Jonah is here,” My mother says, and my head instantly snaps up. A silly grin splits onto my face before it flushes. Please don’t embarrass me, mum! She is always trying to set us up. I know he isn’t related, but that doesn’t make it any less awkward when she shoves me towards him every two seconds.

Jonah never says anything or seems upset about it. A girl could dream, I think to myself. Yet I knew he would never want me; no one ever does. Sometimes I wonder i fit would have been easier if Eziah had just absorbed me in utero.

Jonah taps on my window, a big smile on his face before he opens my door.” There’s my favorite girl,” He says, not even giving me a chance to get out of the car before he was unclipping my seatbelt and dragging me out of it.

“See, perfect couple,” My mother says, real subtle mum! Jonah says nothing Instead, crushing me against him. I am smothered in his scent, and Kora purrs content; she said she has always liked Jonah, always found him to be a comfort, yet despite that.

I hadn’t seen him since before turning eighteen because he was away with Kyan across the other side of the country. To say I wasn’t disappointed he wasn’t my mate would be a lie. Jonah had a mate out there somewhere, and it wouldn’t be me, that thought sending me spiraling, for once can’t things be easy on me. My chest restricts as he hugs me; it would be easy with Jonah. Kora is just as upset. She was secretly hoping he would be too.

“We will find him; he will be ours, ”Kora tries to reassure me. Jonah lets me go as my mother walks around the car and hugs him.

“Hey, sweetie,” My mother says, kissing him on the cheek.

“You gotta stop calling me that; I look older than you,” Jonah mutters, blushing at her words. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing Mara,”

“Wanted to get her out of the house, been moping as usual,” My mother says as she steps away from him.

“Ah, great, Kyan is here,” I mutter to Jonah when I spot his black sports car.

“What! He never shows up to the smaller ones,” My mother shrieks.

“His car, it’s right there,” I tell her, rolling my eyes at her dramatics.

“He isn’t that bad, besides he stayed at home last night,” Jonah says in his defense before shrugging.

“I just forgot, Marabella. We should head back; I left my paperwork back at home,” My mother says. Looking in the window, I see her folder on the backseat.

“No, it is right here,” I tell her, opening the back door and retrieving it. I wanted t o spend time with Jonah; G*d only knows when I will see him next.

“We need to leave,” She snaps, and I am taken aback, and so is Jonah.

“Kat?” Jonah asks, looking at her, startled, but she doesn’t get a chance to answer when another Alpha approaches her.

“What’s wrong with her,” Jonah mouths t o me. Yet, I was just as clueless at her abrupt behavior change.

My mother curses before looking at me, This won’t take long. How about you stay out here? I will be back as quick as possible,”

“What? By herself?” Jonah asks. The Alpha calls out to my mother, and she looks toward the double doors. She seemed conflicted about something as she kept glancing back at the car.

“Fates f**k up everything,” She mutters, my brows pinch together.

“Let’s get this s**t show over with,” She sighs before walking toward the doors. Hearing my mother curse sounded odd; she rarely swore around Eziah and me. Jonah shrugs, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. My mother stalks through the place, and her aura slips out violently.

The moment I stepped through the doors, it was like walking into a brick wall. My senses smashed with the scent of spiced cinnamon and vanilla. My mouth waters, and I find myself p*******d as I stare out at the crowd of people seated. My mother walking up to the podium had alphas cringing away at her aura.

Jonah stops looking down at me, my heart racing, and I s*****w.

Jonah leans down toward me, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze. “You ok?”

I shake my head, and he squeezes my hand. Kora stirred excitedly, pacing and impatiently urging me to find the scent.

“What is it,” Jonah asks, cupping my cheek with a giant hand.

“Why couldn’t it have been you?” I ask before I can stop myself, fear gripping me.

“What do you mean,” I blink, shaking my head, trying to regather myself.

“What’s wrong?” Jonah repeats.

“Nothing,” Jonah squeezes my hand again before looking over his shoulder.

“Come on then,” He says, leading me down the aisle toward my mother. No one stood up and acknowledged or reacted. The further I moved down the aisle, the more dread filled me.

What if they don’t want me. My mother stops talking and watches me when I am nearly at the podium. Movement out of the corner of my eye made me look in that direction. My heart falters, and I gasp. Please no, anyone but him. Kyan stiffens when I walk in his direction with Jonah, his eyes pinned on me. Kora screamed excitedly in my head that we had found him, yet he was not happy to see me by his posture. Jonah led me to the chair beside Kyan, who shifts uncomfortably, leaning away from me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect; I always thought finding your mate was meant to be a joyous occasion. However, I wasn’t granted the same joy. Jonah sits down, and I look to the podium to pretend I am not sitting next to my mate. His aura falls over me, and I grip the arms of the chairs.