Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 238

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 238 – Marabella POV

The entire drive was awkwardly silent, and I had a strange feeling Kyan had no idea why he decided to drag me along with him. He was giving me whiplash with his back and forth. “So, what’s going on?”‘ Jonah finally asked the question I had been d***g to know.

Kyan appeared to pick his words carefully. “Marabella needs to learn control; we can’t have her fiddling with the power she has no right containing, so until I can figure out how to either teach her to harness it or take it back, she will remain with you,” he answers. I pressed my head against the glass and stared out the window. Was it wrong that I hoped he was actually wanting to make this work?

“And your fine with her staying with me? ” Jonah asked his tone seemed shocked, and I turned my head slightly and looked in the rear vision mirror I met Kyan’s eyes fleetingly before he looked away. By the hard set of his eyes and the way he spoke through his teeth, he wasn’t okay with it but had accepted it.

“Yes, Jonah. We are all mates now, aren’t we? Kaif saw to that,”

 

His words instantly brought a snarky attitude up that I couldn’t explain other than jealousy.

“So what, you would mark him but not your mate?” I scoff, and his eyes darted to mine.

“I can’t mark you, Marabella,”

“Because you don’t want to because to me it seems you are just using your so-called visions as an excuse, if you don’t want me just reject me,” I mumbled the last part, turning back to stare out at the passing cars. Kyan sighed but didn’t say anything else on the matter.

We pulled up out the front of the hotel, and I got out straight away, marching to the front doors ignoring Kyan and Jonah, who called out to me. Why bring me here to rot in a hotel with his mate. Jonah wasn’t mine now he had marked him, and Kyan had no intentions of marking me, so where did that leave me? In f*****g limbo is where.

Kora whined unhappily in my head and fought back the tears, Everything had turned to s**t, and I needed an outlet, something to bury the tumultuous feelings that were hitting the breaking point. I was somewhere between laughing, crying, or going postal.

 

My own family was scared of me, now my uncle and aunt’s pack was, yet they weren’t scared of Eziah? How did that make sense, it is not like he was shooting rainbows and unicorn farts around; he used just as much power as I did, if not more. The only one not scared of me was Kyan, who didn’t want me and the only other option was Jonah who is now marked by Kyan, my mate.

Suddenly the thought of going rogue sounded more and more appealing, at least on my own, it wouldn’t be this headfuck shitstorm I had found myself in. Sighing, I hit the button on the elevator when a security guard touched my arm, making me jump.

“You alright, love?” He asked, and I turned to see it was the same guard from the other night.

“Yes, I am fine,” I tell him turning back to the stainless steel doors when I see a handkerchief thrust in my direction. Seriously who still carries those with them? He points to my eyes, and only then do I feel the tears that were escaping.

I wipe my eyes with my hands, suddenly embarrassed.

“She is fine; move on,” Kyan says while coming up behind me. I refused to look at him; he didn’t deserve me crying over him. None of them did.

“You need a key to get up there,” Kyan whispers. I already knew that, though. He pushed me toward the back when the doors opened and stepped in behind me.

“Where is Jonah?” I asked him when I noticed he didn’t get in the elevator with us.

“He has gone to get you a few things for you,” I roll my eyes. He wouldn’t have to if he took me home, or better yet, let me go home.

“I know you’re confused. Just let me figure a few things out first,”

“Figure what out, how I d*e? If you will k**l me?” he remained expressionless at my outburst.

“Kaif won’t k**l me,” I mutter under my breath. I turn my gaze to the ceiling, trying to fight back the tears once again. It felt like all I did was cry these days.

“Why? Because you’re different, sorry to tell you Marabella, but thing I do know is? History always repeats itself. Kaif has k****d every mate he has had, every single g*d d**n one, you will be no different,” He rubbed his temples and I felt like slapping him, itched to smack the living s**t out of this arrogant p***k. I had no idea where my sudden anger was coming from, but I was finding it better than the depression.

“You can try?” Kyan chuckles and I turn to look at him.

“What?”

“Hit me,” He shrugs.

“Huh?” he taps the side of his head.

“Your thoughts, I can hear them if I want to,” He shrugs. I raise an eyebrow at him before turning slightly toward him and folding my arms across my chest. He smirks and laughs softly.

“Ah, you are infuriating,” He mutters just as the doors open. He walks out toward the door before unlocking it. He then bends down to and retrieves the key from the pot and chucks it to me. I scramble to catch it.

“That will get you up and down in the elevator, also unlocks the door,” He adds before stepping inside while he laughs to himself. Smug b*****d.

“He thinks we are weak,” Kora mumbles. Her words did not surprise me. Everyone thought I was lacking something; it was no surprise my own mate thought the same thing. Yet I had an overwhelming urge to prove him wrong.

“I said you could,” Kyan says, walking toward the kitchen.

“Pardon?”

“Prove me wrong then,” Kyan answers. His invasion of privacy into my own mind was starting to irk me.

“Your thoughts irk me,” Kyan says, flicking the kettle on.

“Can’t you block him out?” I ask Kora.

“Nope,” Kyan answers.

“Well, can you block me out?”

“Yep, but I don’t want to,” Kyan says.

“Just try to leave your mind blank,” Kora offers.

“He can’t hear me,” comes that strange voice again, though it was really soft, and I struggled to hear it, like a whisper in the wind.

Kyan looks over at me, and his brows furrow.

“He also can’t hear when you speak to me, not right now, not with me in your head,”

“Yeah, in my head, what is that supposed to mean? You are my head,”

“Or maybe I am not,” A flash of an image from earlier of the ghostly orb things that were in the shadows. A shudder ran up my spine. “Are you one of those shadows?”

“Kind of, not exactly, but I come from the magic you possess,”

“So you aren’t my subconscious?”

“No, and neither are they if you let them in,”

“They?”