Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 225

 

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 225 – Marabella POV

We were about ten-fifteen minutes from home. My stomach twisted with Kyan’s last text message, and it was all I had thought about the entire way home. Yet, I believed he would go through with it. I believed he would drag me there himself if I didn’t show up to Rose’s birthday when another thought occurred to me. Jonah.

When he said I would regret it, did he mean by hurting him? That was the only way to get even, my family was untouchable, but Jonah wasn’t.

“Well, ring him,” Kora hisses at me, and I fumble with my phone; I start typing when Kora starts to worry, insisting I ring him to be sure. Her worry made my already heightened anxiety so much worse.

“You ok?” my father asks, and I nod, dialing his number.

 

“Yeah, just want to check on Jonah,”

“But you just saw him. He will be fine,”

“But if he goes to Kyan’s?” I chew my lip nervously.

“Did he threaten Jonah?”‘ My father growls, and I shake my head because he hasn’t. Still, the worry ate at me.

“Marabella?”

“No, but he wasn’t happy. What if he does something to Jonah?”

 

“Not likely. Those two seem close, always have been, but if it makes you calm down, just ring Jonah,” My father says before yawning. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, and I suddenly felt guilty for making him pick me up.

“Jonah?” Kora mutters, and I shake my thoughts away, hitting the call button. The phone rings as my father pulls into the service station just outside of town. The first time it goes straight to voicemail.

“I need coffee, want one?” my father asks, and I nod to him before redialling Jonah’s number. My heart rate increases the longer it rings, and Jonah finally picks up, and I let out a breath of relief.

“Told you he is fine,” My father says before getting out of the car.

“Jonah?”‘ I yelp, relieved to hear his voice.

“Hey, what’s up? I am-“

“Don’t go to Kyan’s Jonah. Promise me you will stay away from him,” I shriek in panic. I didn’t know if Kora or I spoke. Our thoughts felt like they were muddling into one.

“Huh, I am with…” I hear a growl that is more like a roar as Jonah’s words are cut off.

“Oh f*ck,” Jonah says before I hear a crashing sound and snarls booming through the phone.

“Mine,” Comes a deep gravelly voice that raised goosebumps on my arms. Whose voice was that? I wondered when more crashing sounded in the background.

“Jonah?” my voice trembled, I could more bangs and crashing sounds.

“Kaif, stop,” I hear Jonah’s voice stammer out before the sound of glass breaking reaches my ears.

“Jonah!” I shriek, ripping the phone away from my ear. Kora pushes against my skin, and my claws slip into my father’s car seat, and the phone slips through my fingers as my gloves tear off my hands. “Kora,” I grit out, trying to stop her from shifting.

Snatching my phone from where it fell in my lap, more crashing can be heard before I hear a long, harsh wheeze come through the phone before hearing another voice, not Jonah’s or Kaif’s

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Jonah POV

“Jonah?” Marabella shrieks through the phone, and I pull it away, my ear ringing from how high-pitched her voice rang out. Placing it back to my ear, I answer her.

“Hey, what’s up? I am-“

“Don’t go to Kyan’s Jonah. Promise me you will stay away from him,” Marabella rushes out, not letting me finish.

“Huh, I am with…” A furious growl erupts behind me and makes me turn to look at Kyan, only to see Kaif had forced forward.

“Oh f*ck,” I curse, trying to jump up off the bed just as Kaif lunges at me, his claws slashing down my chest as I roll off the bed and smash against the floor. The phone slid across the floor, and I could hear Marabella’s frantic voice screaming out to me, but I was distracted and unable to answer when Kaif’s foot went to stomp on my head.

“Mine,” Kaif’s terrifying voice booms loudly, and I only just move my head to the side before his foot crushes my skull, his heel coming down on my shoulder, and I groan before punching him between the legs as he stood over me. He growls, but his knee gives way as he lurches forward, stumbling over the top of me.

I start to shift when Kaif kicks me, sending me flying into the wall and books topple down off the shelf smashing on top of me. His kick to my stomach winds me, and I gasp for breath as I crawl to my feet.

“Kaif, stop,” I scream at him when he grabs me by my shorts, his claws on his other hand sinking into my shoulder before he tosses me into the dresser mirror.

The mirror shatters before the frame falls on me, and I roll off the dresser. Marabella screams m name through the phone, which only angers him more as he looks around frantically for her voice.

Giving me a moment’s reprieve as I prepared to shift. A large chunk of the mirror was embedded in my shoulder blade, and I yank it out with a pained groan. Kaif, hearing it slaps at his back as the line slices through him, and his back arches from taking on my wound before quickly healing himself.

“Jonah, Jonah,” Marabella cries into the phone, and Kaif growls, upturning the bed as he looks for the phone when the door bursts open. Lucas rushes in with a bat, a g*d d**n bat.

“Jonah, run,” Lucas yells at me.

He swings the bat at Kaif, letting out a war cry, and Kaif pivots on his heel, grabbing it mid-swing and prying it from his hands before launching him back out the door in which he came in. Kaif stalks after him, and he slashes the door frame with his claws.

I clamber to my feet unsteadily, urging Jax to shift, and I feel my bones start snapping when Kaif freezes when Marabella calls out his name. He spins around, snarling, and smacks his head on the door frame forgetting to duck. He groans, his giant hand raking down his face as he rubs the spot he struck on the door.

“Keep calling him Marabella,” Lucas calls out breathlessly. She must have heard him because she started calling Kaif’s name, his eyes scanning the floor before he barges me out of the way, scooping up the phone off the floor where it landed next to the ensuite. His fingers are too big to work the screen, and he growls in frustration.

“Kaif, can you hear me?” Marabella asks. Her voice stammers out shakily, and Kaif prods the phone, his claws getting in the way.

“Why can’t I see? Why does it not work?” Kaif growls; his claws scratching my phone screen that had a crack down the screen.

The phone starts beeping, and I recognize the noise and realize Marabella heard him. The phone signally she was trying to change the call to a video one.

“Give it to Jonah. Jonah can do it,” Marabella tells him, and Kaif growls, spinning to look at me.

“You, you do it. Make it work my fingers no good,” Kaif says, gripping my arm and thrusting the phone in my chest, and I grab it, pressing the touch screen for it to connect.

Marabella’s tear-filled face appeared on the screen, and she seemed to be in her father’s car still when Kaif snatches the phone from me. His hands stroking the screen and cutting off the picture, and I take it from him. He growls, reaching for it, but I pull it away.

“You can’t touch the screen; it will hang up,” I tell him, offering it back to him before collapsing on the floor at his feet.

“No, touching screen,” Kaif mutters to himself.

“Where did she go?” Kaif suddenly booms, and I roll my eyes when Lucas hesitantly steps in the room, hands up as he moves along the wall. The movement does not go unnoticed by the eight-foot monster staring at the phone screen.

“I can fix it,” Lucas says while holding his hand out for the phone. My heart beats faster as Kaif continued to stare at him for a few tense seconds.

“Hello, are you there?” Marabella calls out, and Kaif looks down at the screen.

“You fix,” he tells Lucas, who nods, reaching out and taking the phone from Kaif’s grip. He fiddles with the phone, and the phone must go back to the video call because Marabella speaks.