Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 230

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 230 – Marabella POV

Kyan placed Rose in the spare bedroom on the main floor. The house was huge, and I understood the haunted vibes. Stepping into the dark, gloomy house made me shudder. The house itself felt like it rippled with energy, or maybe I spooked myself, I couldn‘t be sure. Yet, I somehow knew Kyan spoke the truth. There was something off about this place. It was tainted. Tainted in the same darkness that looms over me, it was a depressing, awfully lonely feeling.

“I‘m not lonely,” Kyan mutters, and I glance at him.

“I never said you were,” I told him, rubbing my arms. I felt cold and chilled to the bone; unease rolled over me.

“I know you didn‘t, but I could feel it through the bond,”

 

“We haven‘t got a bond; you never marked me,”

“We have a bond. I just don‘t let you feel it. It formed the day I brought you back, bonded us together,” he says before stopping. He curses, and I observe him wondering what he means.

He falls quiet when suddenly I am smashed with an overwhelming feeling that felt foreign, a mixture of relief, fear before anger, but it felt more inward than was directed at someone, just like when you wake in a bad mood yet can‘t explain what you‘re mad about.

“See? Bonded, I couldn‘t let you d*e,” he states. And the feeling suddenly vanished as quickly as it appeared. Making me realize the feeling was his, not mine. I waited for him to explain, but he didn‘t.

Instead, he hovers over Rose with a look of deep concentration on his face. Kyan runs the tips of his fingers down her face to her chin before back up to her temple. He murmurs something when I see what looks like a mini–tornado with glimpses or flashes of pictures swirling through its mist. He pulls his fingers back, the small tunnel–like thread zapping into his hand before disappearing.

“What did you do?”

 

“Took her memory and replaced it,” he says, tucking her in. Rose mumbles but doesn‘t wake; she rolls over and snuggles deeper into the blankets.

“Now you,”

“What?” I ask, taking a step back.

“You should shower,” he points to my clothes and hands, and I let out a breath, looking down at my blood–stained clothes.

“I will find something for you to wear,” he says, walking out of the room.

I watched him leave the room before he came back, looking into the room at me.

“Are you coming?” He asks.

“Oh right, I thought you wanted me to wait here,”

“This room has no bathroom; you can use mine,” he says, wandering off, and I quickly follow after him.

Passing through the long halls, Kyan walks to a set of stairs, the clock chiming as I walk past it, and I jump startled, clutching my chest in fright, trying to get my rhythm back to normal.

“It‘s a clock,”

“I know what it is, your house is creepy, and I didn‘t expect it,”

“Wait until 1.11 am; that‘s when things get creepy around here,” he says, stalking up the steps.

“What?” I chase after him, and he chuckles.

“That‘s when the poltergeist comes out to play, oh and my grandmother‘s ghost, if you hear walking around, it‘s just her,” he states, and I rush up the stairs faster, nearly running into the back of him. He laughed while I looked down at the darkness of the foyer below.

“I‘m joking Marabella, it‘s just the energy of the place; there are no ghosts,” he says.

“Would it k**l you to put a light on?” I ask. He sighs before moving away, and I stumble to keep up with him. He stops by a wall and flicks a switch. Light brightens the stairs, and I gasp.

“Better?” I nodded, looking around and then looking up, a huge dome sat on the roof, and I could see the moon through its glass. I thought the place was three floors, but I could see another two levels, making it four.

Making my way to the next landing, the walls are covered in photos and old paintings of men and women. Each division between doors had a man and woman, making me curious if they were family members.

“This place is huge,” I breathe, and Kyan hums in agreement.

Stopping next to one of the paintings, I see a man with a startling resemblance to Kyan. In fact, all the men looked almost the same, just slight differences. The woman in the Massive picture had a huge round belly and was definitely pregnant. They both smiled, and the man was side on, clasping the woman‘s hands before I realized it was a wedding picture. He was placing a ring on her finger.

“That‘s my parents,”

“They look happy,”

“They were but like everything else that ended too,”

“What happened to her,”

“I was born; that‘s what happened to her, “Kyan says, walking off down the corridor, so many doors making me wonder how many people lived here. I should have been paying attention, the place was huge, and I wandered aimlessly looking for which door he went into before he disappeared.

Stopping next to the stairs leading to the floor above, I stopped. Trying to fight off the shudder that ran through me, a strange urge to go to the floor above tempted me, and my feet halted, my hand gripping the banister.

“Ella?” Kyan‘s voice pulls me away from the steps, and I glance down the hall. He was watching me curiously, his head tilted to the side, and his eyes darkened for a second, shadows falling over his face.

My heart did flip–flops at the name. I couldn‘t explain it. Yet when he called me Marabella, I felt like I was being scolded. Ella sounded more familiar for some reason.

“What‘s up there?” I ask, and he walks over to me,

“The past,” He says.

“Your family‘s past or Kaif‘s?”

“Both,” Kyan states, his eyes looking up the steps at the door at the top. It had some strange inscription marked into black wood.

“Come, get cleaned up, and then you should rest and I have to take care of a few things after,”

“Like what?” I ask, wondering what he could possibly need to do at this ungodly hour.

“Clean up the mess left in the city, damage control, before the human media gets a hold of anything, there are camera‘s everywhere in the City, the last thing we need is one of them getting footage of what happened tonight,”

“I thought most of the City was aware of what you are,”

“They are it‘s unspoken of, yet the City sometimes gets newbie reporters in trying to break the case on the mysteries surrounding this City,”

“Does that worry you?”

“No, those that live here, no not speak of what happens in this City, nothing leaves here,”

“How can you be so sure?”

“The city is surrounded by wards, those that pass through forget any supernatural events if witnessed, humans that reside here can‘t speak of it outside the City,” He sighs.

“But we have had a few occurrences where people sent things out of the City, the footage is harder to explain, yet we always find a way, and those that investigate leave not remembering why they came here. They only remember having a good time, which keeps them coming back,”

“You did that?”