Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 227

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 227 – The following morning Rose bounded into the house like her a*s was on fire, her body barging into me the moment my mother opened the door as she engulfed me in a hug. Rose was like a burst of rainbow sunshine, bright and bubbly with a dash of crazy.

She was one of those people you looked at and wondered what she was up to now. The wild child, yet she was also a tomboy. Jonah walks in behind her, carrying a mountain load of bags and covered in a vanilla milkshake and not looking very impressed at all.

“What‘s happened to you?” I ask.

“One guess,” he says, glaring at his little sister.

“Come on, bro, it was an accident,” Rose says, batting her eyelashes at him.

 

“You threw it at me,” I chuckle, watching them bicker, and Rose gives him puppy dog eyes, and he rolls his.

“But I‘m your favorite sister; it was an accident scouts honor,”

“Your my only sister, and you‘re not a girl scout,” he says, shooting her a look.

“You tipped it on me first and called me a brat for spilling it on the seat,”

“I was braking. Would you rather I hit the car in front?” Jonah scolds, and she shrugs.

“Where is Casen? Isn‘t he usually assigned to Rose?” I ask.

 

“Right here,” Casen says. He did not look impressed walking in behind Jonah with his own bag.

“You moving in?” I ask Rose, looking at the amount of luggage she brought with her.

“No,” She says as Casen walks over to her.

“Put it in Marabella‘s room,” Rose says, and Jonah glares at her.

“I am not your slave; why do you need all this stuff? You are staying for two days and one night,” Jonah huffs before kissing my mother‘s cheek on his way past, heading for the stairs.

“Eziah, where you hiding, pretty boy,” Rose calls out, stalling past me toward the Kitchen

“Uncle Mateo,” Rose squeals and greets him with a slap on the back. My father arches his back, and Rose chuckles.

“G*d, help us,” He mutters, walking over to shake Casen‘s hand.

“Mara,” Jonah hisses nodding toward the stairs.

“Doors remain open,” my father calls to me as I trudge up the stairs after Jonah.

“We aren‘t doing anything,” I hiss.

“Yet,” Jonah calls over his shoulder.

“You little – big, ah, 1.5 – meter rule Jonah, whatever you do to her, I will do to you,”

“Oh, la la, daddy Kink,” Jonah taunts, and my father growls as we disappear around the corner. Walking down the hall, I spot Eziah peeking out one of the spare bedroom doors.

“Psst,” He hisses at me as I pass him.

“What are you doing?” I ask him. Eziah glances over my shoulder.

“She still down there,”

“Mum, yeah, she is talking to Casen and Dad,”

“No, Rose,” he whispers, glancing about like she will pop out at any minute.

“Oh my g*d, what did you do?”

“I visited Uncle Andrei last; I sprayed her and her friends in mud and puddle water when I took off,” He snickers before he suddenly shrieks, eyes going wide as saucers before nearly knocking me over as he takes off running.

“There you are, you wanna run Eziah,” Rose says, chasing him down. She tackles him into the wall placing him in a headlock.

“Mum, Mum,” Eziah squeals as she bends his arm back while wrapping her legs around his torso. Jonah shakes his head, continuing to my room.

“Be nice to your cousin, Eziah,” My mother calls back, and Rose laughs at him.

“Don‘t just stand there, help me,” Eziah hisses as she starts yanking on his hair. Eziah bites her leg, and she wails, punching into his arm. “No fair, I can‘t hit you back,” Eziah yells at her.

“You punch like a p***y anyway,” Rose says, putting him in a chokehold.

“Casen, fetch the brat,” Jonah calls over his shoulder, and I hear a groan downstairs before Casen starts stomping up the steps toward us.

“You little t**d, you b****y covered us all. That was my favorite shirt. You embarrassed me,” Rose says while Eziah squeals trying to untangle her limbs while squirming on the ground like a slug. I hurry after Jonah, knowing a brawl is likely to start when Casen grabs her.

“Thank g*d she is staying with you for the night; she is already driving me nuts,” Jonah says, dumping Rose‘s bag on the end of the bed.

“She is alright, she is just,” My words are suddenly cut off by Jonah‘s lips as he grabs me, ripping me toward him and crushing me against his chest, his lips crashing against mine.

“Jonah, Kyan,” I mumble against his lips.