Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 220

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 220 – Jonah POV

Kyan and Kaif, in their Lycan form, are barbaric and uncivilized. Jax was completely battered, and our back leg was broken when his fist came down on our back before he kicked us. Air rushed around me, and my vision blurred at the force and speed as we crashed through the conservatory wall; the air knocked out of our lungs with a wheeze. There wasn’t much left of this side of the house; just the frame remained and one side of glass left.

I could feel Kyan was trying to fight off the urges rushing through him, fighting off instincts as they were now starting to tire. Neither of them had control in this form, k**l or be k****d. Kaif could be rational, almost human in nature when Kyan had complete control, but they became the thing of nightmares in their shifted form.

Glass rained down on us, a large shard slicing through my side, and Jax howls in pain. Kaif also howls, pain radiating through me everywhere, but finally, Kyan regained focus and was fighting for control back, his consciousness coming back to him when Lucas walked out behind me.

The growl was more like a roar as he went to charge at his Uncle, and Jax forces himself up again, blocking his way. Lucas realizing what he walked into, froze, remaining entirely still.

 

I tried to push on the blood bond, not sure how it worked, but I could feel Kyan through it, and he could feel me. His mind was consumed with instinct, driven by the darkest parts of Kaif. Their Lycan form was terrifying. I never voiced it, but I didn’t have to. Kyan knew he scared me sometimes and had even come close to k*****g me a few times. If it weren’t for them weakening every time I am injured, I would surely be d**d by now.

I am alive because of the blood bond; in this form, I am linked to Kaif and Kyan; in our human forms, I get slivers but not everything. Exactly why we made the bond in the first place, I was Kaif’s keeper in a sense, but to stop him from k*****g me, I had to feel him and him me when he hurt me. The s**t you do for best friends take a beating, then get a beer afterward and high-five it out.

Kaif’s eyes were locked on Lucas; Lucas was about three seconds from shitting his pants, but he knew if he moved a muscle, Kaif would a****k in a heartbeat. Jax growls at Kaif, whose eyes dart down to us, he shakes his head, raking his claws down the sides of his face, and Jax whimpers as our flesh tears too.

I could see Kaif trying to remember who we are and what we are to him before he whimpers and leans down, shifting back, and Kyan is left panting on the ground beside me, his hand reaching out and stroking our fur.

“Thanks, Jax!” He breathes, and I feel my bones rearranging, my broken leg snapping back in place. I lay back on the grass, also trying to catch my breath. He smashed us up pretty good. I feel his hands reach for the wound across my stomach.

“Oi, no touching the merchandise, don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea,” I tell him, and he punches me in the arm. I looked over to see Lucas had gone back to safety within the house and let out a breath of relief.

 

“F**k up, and hold still. And did you have to call him an oversized Hyena,” Kyan asks before reaching out and ignoring me, slapping his hands away. He always felt terribly guilty afterward, but I was used to it, saved me from going to the gym.

“He liked that one huh, I will have to remember it then,”

“Want me to heal you or not? I swear you have rocks in your head antagonizing him like that,” Kyan growls at me. I feel the coldness of his magic seep into me, and I fight the urge to be sick. I hated the feeling of his magic; it was so unnatural and sickly feeling. I imagined it was like what d***h felt like.

“Well, at least you will be ready when it comes time to fight for your Alpha title,” Kyan says, and I nod. I had to challenge my father in two months, I was stand-in Alpha now, but the official title hadn’t been claimed yet, though I have been called Alpha for years.

“What is it?” Kyan asks, sensing my unease.

“Nothing,” I tell him.

“B******t, you may not be able to feel me in this form, but I can still feel you,” He says, holding up his hand. We both had identical scars running down our palms from the blood bond. I look at mine, the skin raised along the line.

“If I take the Alpha position, what goes on with this,” I ask him, and he shrugs.

“I find another way; I will think of something,” He says, his brows furrowing.

“What if I don’t want to be Alpha anymore,” I mutter, and he turns his head to the side, observing me.

“You have been training for it since you were a kid; you have always wanted this,”

“I did always want this, but it is different now. I don’t want the same things,”

“What do you want then? You are giving me whiplash with your indecision, like the stupid paint all over again for the c****o theme. We changed paint codes seven times,” Kyan mutters, shaking his head.

“Eight, but I will let your bad memory slide,” I tell him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

Kyan stands before offering me his hand and pulling me to my feet.

“You never answered,” Kyan says, picking up shredded clothes and tidying as we walk back into the ruined Conservatory.

“Leave it,” I tell him, and he growls, trying to clean up the mess; he hated untidiness and disorder.

“Keep walking, send cleaners tomorrow,” I tell him though I did not doubt after I left he would be back out here cleaning. He growls, and I see his fingers twitch with his OCD tendencies. Rubbing his temples, he storms off through the Conservatory’s left and into the central part of the house.

This place felt haunted, creepy as f**k. The shadows, I swear had eyes, and it is so dark and cold feeling in this house. Kyan starts walking up the steps, and I stop next to the old grandfather clock.

“What about Marabella?” I ask him, and he stops looking over his shoulder at me. A growl escapes him before he continues walking toward his room. I sigh, following him, and he flicks the light on. I catch Lucas peeping out the crack of his bedroom door across the other side of the second-floor landing.

“I know your there Lucas, you can stop hiding now,” Kyan calls as he walks into his room. Lucas never used to be scared of Kyan until Kaif broke his arm and took his sight in his right eye.

“I wasn’t hiding,” Lucas calls back.

“Because peeping through the crack isn’t hiding, chill old man, he is alive, no bodies tonight,” Kyan says, grabbing a pair of sweats out. He slips them on and before chucking me some pants.

“So, Marabella?”

“What about her,” he snaps, though he pauses sitting on his bed.

“Are you going to tell her? She showed me the message you sent her,” I ask him.

“No, and neither are you. Not that you could even if you wanted to,” Kyan says

“No, I can’t tell her that, but I can tell her what you are. You never slipped that into your blood bond, seriously; who adds a non-disclosure to a blood bond?”

“I do because I know you love her, and I don’t need you blurting out every little detail to her,”

“How long have you known, and why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him, wanting an answer; he kept this secret for years. Has he always known or just once he turned of age?

“Since I was nine,” and he shrugs like it was no big deal to keep that from me.

“That’s all I get since you were nine. Didn’t think to tell me that the one girl I have ever shown interest in is your f*****g mate?”

“She isn’t my mate, I haven’t marked her, and I am not going to,”