Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 221

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 221 – Marabella POV

I fell asleep waiting for Jonah to return home; I had no idea what time it was when he did when I felt someone touch me, nearly making me jump out of my skin when I felt arms scoop me up off the sofa, my arms flail out thinking I ma falling off the couch before his scent hits me.

“It’s just me,” Jonah whispers, and I turn in his arms to squint at him in the darkness.

“I was comfy, and I can walk, you know?” Jonah ignores me before he places me in a bed and I realize it is his room, his scent is overwhelmingly strong in here but comforting. I sit up before Jonah suddenly pushes me back down before climbing over the top of me and lying beside me. Did he realize he put me in the wrong room, though I prefer the couch, however, I never sleep in his room here?

“Ah, Jonah?”

 

“Hmm,” is all he says as he lays down before manhandling me to wrangle me under the blankets.

“Your mother tried to ring you; I accidentally took your phone,” Jonah says before tucking me against him and spooning me. I sigh, giving in and laying down; Jonah wouldn’t hurt me.

“Did you answer it? She tried ringing your phone too,” I tell him before yawning.

“No, figured you would ring her if you wanted to speak to her,” I nod.

“I will probably have to go home tomorrow,”

“You can always stay here with me,” I shake my head, knowing I couldn’t possibly do that, I had to go home eventually, and then Kora and I needed to decide what we wanted to do, and if we could still leave now, we had found our mate. I wanted to go rogue, but I also didn’t want to risk going in heat while rogue. That could end in disaster, and I would be out in the open. Getting comfortable, I jam my feet between his legs, I can’t even remember the last time I shared a bed with someone, probably when I was younger and used to climb in with Eziah when there were storms, I hated storms, the noise, and the howling wind always freaked me out, like the end of the world was coming, or maybe I shouldn’t have watched so many doomsday movies as a kid? Jonah shrieks when my cold feet touch him.

 

“Feet are like ice,” He squeals and I go to move them. “Put em back, I didn’t say to move them,” he says, and I jam them back. Despite having socks and gloves on, I always had cold feet and hands. Jonah laces his fingers through mine, and snuggles into me. “Ah, that’s better,” He mumbles, burying his fair into the back of my neck.

“So, will you stay here, or am I taking you home?” Jonah asks.

“No, I need to go back. Where did you go? I ask him. Jonah sighs and rolls on his back.

“To speak with Kyan,”

“Did he tell you what his text message meant,” Jonah growls softly.

“Yes, I know what it means, but I can’t tell you,” he says. Kora whines loudly in my head, so Jonah would lie to me too. Shaking my head, I untangle my fingers from his and chuck the blanket back. What is it with everyone and keeping secrets? Couldn’t I be trusted to know? It’s my life, and my own mother has lied to me my entire life. She knew Kyan was my mate and never said anything; Kyan knew I was his mate and never said anything because he didn’t want me?

“Where are you going?” Jonah asks as I toss the blanket back to sleep in the guest room. His words stung, I didn’t expect Jonah to tell me everything but I also didn’t expect him to admit knowing something and refusing to tell me. Especially when what I asked was directed at me. It was bad enough my parents and mate had lied. Couldn’t I have one person I could trust or wasn’t that something I deserved either?

“If you won’t tell me and want to lie to me, fine, but don’t do it to my face; I expected better than that from you,” I snap at him when I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. He growls and rips me back on the bed. A shriek leaves me at his quick movement, only to find myself lying back down beside him with him hovering over me.

“Don’t run from me without letting me explain,” Jonah growls before laying back down on his back and pulling me with him. I look down at him propped up on one elbow, and Jonah pats his chest with his hand wanting me to lay on him.

“Mara, I have never done anything for you not to trust me, so please just lay back down; I want to tell you,” He tugs me down on him when I don’t move, tucking his arm around me and pulling me closer and not letting me escape him. I sigh, resting back on him and relaxing.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s that I physically can’t,” I growl at Jonah this time. What a load of s**t that was.

“I’m being serious Maara, Kyan is a…” He growls, annoyed.

“What?”

“I f*****g can’t say that either apparently, “Jonah snaps,

“You know his family came from Salem witches?” I nod. I had heard that over the years, mentions of his bloodline being descendant from witches.

That makes no sense, you’re worried that if you tell me, the ghosts of Kyan ancestors will come to haunt you,”

“No, but that is why can’t I tell you,” he says, making me sit up, his voice sounded pained, and I could hear him speaking through his teeth. I reach over him, flicking the small lamp on beside his bed. Looking at Jonah, his jaw was clenched, and sweat was beading on him. His pupils were dilated and I saw his wolf flickering beneath the surface.

“Jax?” I ask as his eyes flickered between Jonah’s beautiful blue to black.

“Ask me?” Jonah says but something with the way he said it made me not want to.

“Ask Mara; I can prove it,” Jonah says.

“You look like your pain though,”

“Ask?” he repeats. Kora presses forward, observing too. She felt uncomfortable, the same feeling washing through me from her, she worried for Jonah.

“What was the text message about?”

“Dom-” Jonah’s word cut off, and I gasp when I see black veins writhe under his when I see black veins writhe under his skin and Jonah holds his hand up. The black veiny marks move under his skin and up his arm when I notice a large scar on the palm of his hand. His entire body tenses, and the scar ripples turning black, the veins seeming to appear like they are coming from it as they move up his arm.

“Stop, stop,” I tell him as his teeth clench, and I see Jax press forward before Jonah suddenly slumps back on the bed.

“You really can’t tell me, so the rumors are true; kyan has witch blood?” Jonah nods.

“Some things I can say, I can’t tell you I everything, not unless Kyan wants you to know until then I can’t speak of it, this prevents me from speaking,”

“So it’s like a?” I had no idea what I was asking, trying to think of what I knew of witches.

“Blood bond, apparently that I am allowed to tell you,” Jonah chuckles, shaking his head.