Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 224

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 224 – Kyan POV

My skin itched and burned fiercely at her betrayal, anger coursed through me, making my blood boil. She was mine, and I never expected her to do such a thing. And with my best friend of all people.

“You mean your only friend? I told you to mark her,” Kaif snarls in my head. I expected more of her; we were mates. Jonah, I knew he had feelings for her. It is evident in the way he never shut up about her. It honestly didn’t shock me. However, how strong Marabella’s feelings for him in return did.

I was more shocked that she still had feelings for him after finding her mate. I thought it was a crush she had, she had always been rather shy, and I knew there was something there, but for it to be so strong after realizing I was her mate astounded me.

Jonah did warn me he wouldn’t stop pursuing her, but the fact she reacted to him still really ground my gears. Jonah, however, was full of happiness and bubbly as f*ck; I knew he would be annoying as h**l when he got here could feel him getting closer, and he wasn’t the least bit apologetic. Kaif growls, feeling Jonah’s shift emotions so heightened.

I stare down at my last message, she better show up and be brave enough for once to confront me, or I will drag her a*s here, kicking and screaming, and lock her away in my basement.

“No, next time, you will mark her and keep her before Jonah takes her from us,” Kaif snarls.

Kaif stirs angrily under my skin when Jonah’s car pulls up outside, and I find myself stalking out of my room and jogging down the steps. Kaif wanted to k**l him, and so did I, though I knew that wasn’t an option since he was tied to us.

Jonah lets himself in with his key just as I reach the foyer. A growl escapes me and echoes around us; he raises an eyebrow at me, unfazed by me rushing toward him. My fist connects with his chin and lip when I punch him, Blood gushing out and spilling down his chin and onto his shirt, making Jonah glare at me.

He growls at me before wiping his mouth the back of his hand.

“I f*cking liked this shirt, d*ckwad,” Jonah snaps at me. Looking down at his grey shirt with some emblem on the front. He groans, tugging at his shirt to see the bloodstain on the front along the neckline. He huffs, and I ball my hands into fists, Kaif pressing beneath the surface, his aura washing over me as he tried to settle down; if I didn’t punch him, Kaif may have come out and ripped him to pieces again, though he seemed to relax a little his thoughts on Marabella and the pull to go to her was more potent, he wanted to bring her here where he could watch her and keep her away from Jonah, but something was nagging at him also, something he wasn’t willing to share even with me.

“Do you have any idea how hard blood is to get out of clothes?”‘ Jonah snaps, tugging it off with one hand and tossing it at me. The shirt hits me in the chest, and I grab it.

“That’s it, that’s all you got to say?” I ask him, and he smirks, folding his arms across his chest. Kaif fought against the urge to shift as fur replaced skin on my arms yet he was more angered at me than Jonah, which I didn’t understand. He blamed me for letting it happen, which angered me more; I never told him to kiss her.

Jonah rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, Oh yeah, I kissed your mate. Do you want details now? Or did you feel it? You felt it, huh? By the way, My sister punches harder than that,” he says, punching my shoulder on his way past me and heading toward the kitchen.

Kaif growls at him furiously at his lack of care, yet still, he blames me and not Jonah.

“Enough, Kaif, I ain’t got time to deal with your homicidal a*s, get over it. Blame fuckface, he should have marked her, but I probably still would have done it, not as if I kept it a secret from you; I am here, aren’t I?” Jonah says, slipping into the kitchen.

I push through the double doors after him, and he rummages through my fridge before grabbing a can of coke out, he slides one across to me on the island bench, and I grab it before it slides off onto the floor.

“You seem to be taking it pretty well,” Jonah comments, and I glare at him, which he shrugs, infuriating me more shift before I sigh.

“More at her,” I admit; I honestly expected Jonah too, he was never subtle about what he wants and I knew he wanted Marabella.

“Why at her, I kissed her not the other way around?”

“Well, for one, she kissed you back, and secondly, I can’t k**l you. Marabella, on the other hand, will be punished,”

“Punished? What are you going to put her over your knee and spank her, ooh can I watch?” Jonah asks, and I growl at him.

“Hey, if there is spanking involved, I want to watch. Then I can rub it better be the good one, while you…. You just be you. I will win, either way, so keep up the douchebag act. It’s really working wonders for you,” I chuckle at him as he wiggles his eyebrows; he just kissed my mate and was acting like it was nothing.

If it were anyone other than Jonah, they would be d**d by now. Kaif was still undecided about inflicting pain on him, shift but he also knew he would inflict pain on himself. Still, Marabella’s feelings for him had him convinced he would only be hurting her by doing something to Jonah, which astounded me he would come to that conclusion at all. Why wasn’t he trying to tear me apart to get to him? It had me baffled.

Kaif wanted her, and he didn’t care how he got her, but he kept something from me, which had me worried because it wasn’t directed at Jonah but Marabella.

“She didn’t care about our feelings,” I tell Kaif as he observed Jonah through my eyes; he snarls before I am suddenly sprayed in coke when my claws slip out and puncture the can I was holding, spraying coke all over me. I jump, rushing to the sink to discard the can, and I growl at Kaif.

“Should have marked her,” Kaifs hisses at me while Jonah hands me a tea towel, and I snatch it from him, wiping my face and the front of my tank top, the crotch of my grey sweats saturated, making it look like I pissed myself.

“Chill, bro, it’s just coke. Go change them,” Jonah says while I fight the urge to go shower the syrupy mess off me. The desire becomes too strong, and I hear Jonah laugh as I walk out of the kitchen; Kaif knows I’m not too fond of mess, and now I feel sticky. He deliberately did it to shift get on my nerves.

Walking into my ensuite, I turn the shower on. “You seriously going to shower? Just get a wet cloth and wipe yourself clean, geez.”

“It won’t help,” I shudder, kicking the door shut but leaving enough of a gap that I could hear Jonah easily as he moves around in my room. I yank my clothes off, chucking them in the hamper before stepping in and instantly reaching for the soap. I washed quickly before shutting the water off, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around my waist.