Chapter 221
Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 221 – Marabe POV
I fell asleep waiting for Jonah to return home; I had no idea what time it was when he did when I felt
someone touch me, nearly making me jump out of my skin when I felt arms scoop me up off the sofa,
my arms il out thinking I ma falling off the couch before his scent hits me.
“It’s just me,” Jonah whispers, and I turn in his arms to squint at him in the darkness.
“I wasfy, and I can walk, you know?” Jonah ignores me before he ces me in a bed and I realize
it is his room, his scent is overwhelmingly strong in here butforting. I sit up before Jonah suddenly
pushes me back down before climbing over the top of me and lying beside me. Did he realize he put
me in the wrong room, though I prefer the couch, however, I never sleep in his room here?
“Ah, Jonah?”
“Hmm,” is all he says as heys down before manhandling me to wrangle me under the nkets.
“Your mother tried to ring you; I identally took your phone,” Jonah says before tucking me against
him and spooning me. I sigh, giving in andying down; Jonah wouldn’t hurt me.
“Did you answer it? She tried ringing your phone too,” I tell him before yawning.
“No, figured you would ring her if you wanted to speak to her,” I nod.
“I will probably have to go home tomorrow,”
“You can always stay here with me,” I shake my head, knowing I couldn’t possibly do that, I had to go
home eventually, and then Kora and I needed to decide what we wanted to do, and if we could still
leave now, we had found our mate. I wanted to go rogue, but I also didn’t want to risk going in heat
while rogue. That could end in disaster, and I would be out in the open. Gettingfortable, I jam my
feet between his legs, I can’t even remember thest time I shared a bed with someone, probably
when I was younger and used to climb in with Eziah when there were storms, I hated storms, the noise,
and the howling wind always freaked me out, like the end of the world wasing, or maybe I
shouldn’t have watched so many doomsday movies as a kid? Jonah shrieks when my cold feet touch
him.
“Feet are like ice,” He squeals and I go to move them. “Put em back, I didn’t say to move them,” he
says, and I jam them back. Despite having socks and gloves on, I always had cold feet and hands.
Jonahces his fingers through mine, and snuggles into me. “Ah, that’s better,” He mumbles, burying
his fair into the back of my neck.
“So, will you stay here, or am I taking you home?” Jonah asks.
“No, I need to go back. Where did you go? I ask him. Jonah sighs and rolls on his back.
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“To speak with Kyan,”
“Did he tell you what his text message meant,” Jonah growls softly.
“Yes, I know what it means, but I can’t tell you,” he says. Kora whines loudly in my head, so Jonah
would lie to me too. Shaking my head, I untangle my fingers from his and chuck the nket back. What
is it with everyone and keeping secrets? Couldn’t I be trusted to know? It’s my life, and my own mother
has lied to me my entire life. She knew Kyan was my mate and never said anything; Kyan knew I was
his mate and never said anything because he didn’t want me?
“Where are you going?” Jonah asks as I toss the nket back to sleep in the guest room. His words
stung, I didn’t expect Jonah to tell me everything but I also didn’t expect him to admit knowing
something and refusing to tell me. Especially when what I asked was directed at me. It was bad
enough my parents and mate had lied. Couldn’t I have one person I could trust or wasn’t that
something I deserved either?
“If you won’t tell me and want to lie to me, fine, but don’t do it to my face; I expected better than that
from you,” I snap at him when I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. He growls and rips me back on the
bed. A shriek leaves me at his quick movement, only to find myself lying back down beside him with
him hovering over me.
“Don’t run from me without letting me exin,” Jonah growls beforeying back down on his back and
pulling me with him. I look down at him propped up on one elbow, and Jonah pats his chest with his
hand wanting me toy on him.
“Mara, I have never done anything for you not to trust me, so please justy back down; I want to tell
you,” He tugs me down on him when I don’t move, tucking his arm around me and pulling me closer
and not letting me escape him. I sigh, resting back on him and rxing.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s that I physically can’t,” I growl at Jonah this time. What a load of
s**t that was.
“I’m being serious Maara, Kyan is a…” He growls, annoyed.
“What?”
“I f*****g can’t say that either apparently, “Jonah snaps,
“You know his family came from Salem witches?” I nod. I had heard that over the years, mentions of his
bloodline being descendant from witches.
That makes no sense, you’re worried that if you tell me, the ghosts of Kyan ancestors wille to
haunt you,”
“No, but that is why can’t I tell you,” he says, making me sit up, his voice sounded pained, and I could
hear him speaking through his teeth. I reach over him, flicking the smallmp on beside his bed.
Looking at Jonah, his jaw was clenched, and sweat was beading on him. His pupils were dted and I
saw his wolf flickering beneath the surface.
“Jax?” I ask as his eyes flickered between Jonah’s beautiful blue to ck.
“Ask me?” Jonah says but something with the way he said it made me not want to.
“Ask Mara; I can prove it,” Jonah says.
“You look like your pain though,”
“Ask?” he repeats. Kora presses forward, observing too. She felt ufortable, the same feeling
washing through me from her, she worried for Jonah.
“What was the text message about?”
“Dom-” Jonah’s word cut off, and I gasp when I see ck veins writhe under his when I see ck veins
writhe under his skin and Jonah holds his hand up. The ck veiny marks move under his skin and up
his arm when I notice arge scar on the palm of his hand. His entire body tenses, and the scar ripples
turning ck, the veins seeming to appear like they areing from it as they move up his arm.
“Stop, stop,” I tell him as his teeth clench, and I see Jax press forward before Jonah suddenly slumps
back on the bed.
“You really can’t tell me, so the rumors are true; kyan has witch blood?” Jonah nods.
“Some things I can say, I can’t tell you I everything, not unless Kyan wants you to know until then I can’t
speak of it, this prevents me from speaking,”
“So it’s like a?” I had no idea what I was asking, trying to think of what I knew of witches.
“Blood bond, apparently that I am allowed to tell you,” Jonah chuckles, shaking his head.
“How does it work? Does anyone else know?”
“Basically, it is like a non-disclosure agreement, if I tell you something Kyan can feel my intentions to
tell you, he can also stop me from telling you something, certain things I already knew which were
outlined when the bond was put in ce, I thought I wouldn’t be able to tell you, but seems Kyan
doesn’t mind you knowing about our weird bond,”
“So, like a mate bond?” I ask confused.
“No, I can’t feel Kyan when he is in human form unless he wants me to; I am mainly connected with
his-” Jonah’s voice bes strained.
“It’s fine, don’t keep hurting yourself, so many people know, does your dad know?” I ask him.
“Only Lucas knows of our bond and now you,”
“So you can tell me nothing?”
“But did you really just learn nothing?” Jonah smiles.
“What do you mean,” Jonah holds up his hand, showing me.
“Wait Kyan is a witch,” Kora gasps in my head.
“Kyan did that?” I ask Jonah, and he nods.
“So Kyan is a witch/warlock,” Jonah nods once.
“I can’t say the words, but yes, that is what he is,”
“But he has a wolf, so how does that work?” Jonah presses his lips together, cursing under his breath.
“It’s fine,” I tell him.
“It’s not fine; Kyan should be telling you this. He is your mate,” Jonah says with a sigh.
“What can you tell me then besides Kyan hating me?”
“Kyan doesn’t hate you, Mara,” I go to disagree when he hops out of bed before wandering off out of
his room. He returns with his phone that I left on the coffee table next to the couch.
He climbs back in bed before patting his chest, and I quicklyy back down, watching as he fiddles with
his phone and logs into his family’s G****e ount. He pulls up some old video footage.
My brows push together when he hits y; I see Jonah as a boy sitting next to a dark-haired boy
holding a baby while they yed on the grass, in what I could tell was Uncle Andrei’s backyard.
“That’s you and Kyan?” Jonah nods.
I watch when I notice the mittens sitting on the grass beside Kyan.
“That’s me?” and I see Eziah just off the side of Jonah when kyan helps me as a wobbly baby stand
before toddling over to Jonah, who catches me.
“That was the first time you walked. You couldn’t pull yourself up on the furniture like Eziah could. Kyan
said you could, that you need the mittens off; they made pushing off the ground too slippery, so he took
them off you”
“Because of the mittens,” I tell him, oh how I hated gloves when I was younger. They restricted so
much. Nothing hurt more than seeing the other kids ying with toys or nature at school but being
forbidden to take off my gloves by the teachers. I truly noticed how different I was in primary school; the
group of kids I was ying with found a lizard, and I wanted to hold it, the other kids saying how funny
its skin felt.
When I pulled off the gloves, and they passed it to me, it died in my hands. The kids told me I k****d it
because I was a bad omen. I remember crying in the girl’s bathroom until my brother found me sitting in
the cubicle still holding the lizard I k****d, I just wanted to feel its skin like the other kids did, but instead,
it died.
“Why are you crying?” my brother asked, looking under the gap of the cubicle door.
“It died, I touched it and it died,” I sobbed. My brother crawled under the gap to me.
“What died?” he asked, and I opened my hand, the small lizard still in my palm.
“He isn’t d**d. He is sleeping, like granny Marge; she looks d**d to when she sleeps until she snores,
lizards don’t snore, that’s why he looks d**d,” Eziah told me, stroking his fingers down from its head to
its tail, the lizard squirmed, and its heart started beating quickly as it moved in my palm.
“See, he had a nap, like Marge does when she naps on the couch with her mouth wide open,” Eziah
everyone freaked out when I would y with their kids.
How they would subtly call them away for dinner when I came out to y or ask for the children to
move away from the bad omen. That’s also when I noticed that Eziah was not like me; Eziah had
friends and always tried to include me. He was the good child, the safe one, while I wasn’t.
Yet after that day, I noticed the looks I would get. Notice the nervousness of everyone’s parents, their
polite excuses seen for what they are, the concerned look my mother would give me, but that’s also
when I realized I could protect them from it and protect my family from me.
They didn’t need to worry about me; they did nothing wrong, they never asked for a n evil daughter, so I
hid it. Smiled and pretended nothing was wrong, making excuses not to y, that I was too tired, I
wanted to finish my book, anything so I didn’t ruin Eziah’s fun or get the worried eyes of my parents.
It wasn’t their fault I was the rotten egg. My family shouldn’t be punished for it, so for my brother and so
my parents wouldn’t worry, I would pretend. It was like a game. I thought I was making up for being the
bad one, giving them some relief. So at lunches, I would hide in the library, reading my books and
pretending the characters were my friends, that their story was mine, pretending I wasn’t missing out
on the fun outside when I could have fun in my head.
It was harder at home though, my mother would organize ydates, and I stuck to Eziah like glue, or I
would keep my distance and watch him y and pretend it was me. Living through him and his
memories, knowing if I did y, I would ruin it for him, pretending his friends were mine. After a while, it
wasn’t pretending anymore. It became my safe ce, it was no longer a game but survival, and
everyone forgot about the inquisitive girl. I became the background of the unseen, and that’s how it had
to be.
Every night mum woulde in and brush my hair, and I would tell her about Eziah’s day, pretending it
was mine when I was actually just the observer of him or the characters in my book.
The video clip ys out, and I hear a person’s voice not in the frame. Yet the voice felt familiar, oddly
familiar yet louder. I didn’t understand it, but I knew that voice would speak to me at night when I was a
child. Sometimes, I could hear that voice like a whisper behind my ear, yet softer when I was down,
crying into my pillow.
“Whose voice was that?” I ask Jonah.
“His name was Dominic Octavian; he was Kyan’s father,” Jonah tells me before kissing my hair. I nod
against his chest, knowing I must be mistaken then, and the clip ends before Jonah goes through some
old photos, one of me asleep on Kyan’s chest in their living room, he showed me so many pictures
when it came to more pictures, but I was older.
“Is that Kyan?” I ask when Jonah suddenly starts scrolling, but I snatch the phone from him. Going
back to the photo. I would have been about seven, and Kyan was on a dirt bike, maybe around sixteen.
I recognized the area again. It was the training grounds at Uncle Andrei’s pack. Sitting on the bike in
front of him was me, yet I had no memory of this, but I had no doubt it was me.
“Why don’t I remember this?” I knew I wouldn’t remember the baby photos, but here I was, old enough
to remember this.
“Jonah?” Jonah’s teeth were clenched, and his body tense.
“Jonah?” I demand, sitting up, “Why do I not remember this,” Jonah shakes his head before quickly
taking the phone from my hand and locking it.
“You will have to ask Kyan, I can’t answer some things, not because I don’t want to, but now you see,
now you see he does not hate you, Mara. He loves you, he always has, just like I do,” Jonah says
softly.