Chapter 224
Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 224 – Kyan POV
My skin itched and burned fiercely at her betrayal, anger coursed through me, making my blood boil.
She was mine, and I never expected her to do such a thing. And with my best friend of all people.
“You mean your only friend? I told you to mark her,” Kaif snarls in my head. I expected more of her; we
were mates. Jonah, I knew he had feelings for her. It is evident in the way he never shut up about her.
It honestly didn’t shock me. However, how strong Marabe’s feelings for him in return did.
I was more shocked that she still had feelings for him after finding her mate. I thought it was a crush
she had, she had always been rather shy, and I knew there was something there, but for it to be so
strong after realizing I was her mate astounded me.
Jonah did warn me he wouldn’t stop pursuing her, but the fact she reacted to him still really ground my
gears. Jonah, however, was full of happiness and bubbly as f*ck; I knew he would be annoying as h**l
when he got here could feel him getting closer, and he wasn’t the least bit apologetic. Kaif growls,
feeling Jonah’s shift emotions so heightened.
I stare down at myst message, she better show up and be brave enough for once to confront me, or I
will drag her a*s here, kicking and screaming, and lock her away in my basement.
“No, next time, you will mark her and keep her before Jonah takes her from us,” Kaif snarls.
Kaif stirs angrily under my skin when Jonah’s car pulls up outside, and I find myself stalking out of my
room and jogging down the steps. Kaif wanted to k**l him, and so did I, though I knew that wasn’t an
option since he was tied to us.
Jonah lets himself in with his key just as I reach the foyer. A growl escapes me and echoes around us;
he raises an eyebrow at me, unfazed by me rushing toward him. My fist connects with his chin and lip
when I punch him, Blood gushing out and spilling down his chin and onto his shirt, making Jonah re
at me.
He growls at me before wiping his mouth the back of his hand.
“I f*cking liked this shirt, d*ckwad,” Jonah snaps at me. Looking down at his grey shirt with some
emblem on the front. He groans, tugging at his shirt to see the bloodstain on the front along the
neckline. He huffs, and I ball my hands into fists, Kaif pressing beneath the surface, his aura washing
over me as he tried to settle down; if I didn’t punch him, Kaif may havee out and ripped him to
pieces again, though he seemed to rx a little his thoughts on Marabe and the pull to go to her was
more potent, he wanted to bring her here where he could watch her and keep her away from Jonah,
but something was nagging at him also, something he wasn’t willing to share even with me.
“Do you have any idea how hard blood is to get out of clothes?”‘ Jonah snaps, tugging it off with one
hand and tossing it at me. The shirt hits me in the chest, and I grab it.
“That’s it, that’s all you got to say?” I ask him, and he smirks, folding his arms across his chest. Kaif
fought against the urge to shift as fur reced skin on my arms yet he was more angered at me than
Jonah, which I didn’t understand. He med me for letting it happen, which angered me more; I never
told him to kiss her.
Jonah rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, Oh yeah, I kissed your mate. Do you want details now? Or did
you feel it? You felt it, huh? By the way, My sister punches harder than that,” he says, punching my
shoulder on his way past me and heading toward the kitchen.
Kaif growls at him furiously at hisck of care, yet still, he mes me and not Jonah.
“Enough, Kaif, I ain’t got time to deal with your homicidal a*s, get over it. me fuckface, he should
have marked her, but I probably still would have done it, not as if I kept it a secret from you; I am here,
aren’t I?” Jonah says, slipping into the kitchen.
I push through the double doors after him, and he rummages through my fridge before grabbing a can
of coke out, he slides one across to me on the ind bench, and I grab it before it slides off onto the
floor.
“You seem to be taking it pretty well,” Jonahments, and I re at him, which he shrugs, infuriating
me more shift before I sigh.
“More at her,” I admit; I honestly expected Jonah too, he was never subtle about what he wants and I
knew he wanted Marabe.
“Why at her, I kissed her not the other way around?”
“Well, for one, she kissed you back, and secondly, I can’t k**l you. Marabe, on the other hand, will be
punished,”
“Punished? What are you going to put her over your knee and spank her, ooh can I watch?” Jonah
asks, and I growl at him.
“Hey, if there is spanking involved, I want to watch. Then I can rub it better be the good one, while
you…. You just be you. I will win, either way, so keep up the douchebag act. It’s really working wonders
for you,” I chuckle at him as he wiggles his eyebrows; he just kissed my mate and was acting like it was
nothing.
If it were anyone other than Jonah, they would be d**d by now. Kaif was still undecided about inflicting
pain on him, shift but he also knew he would inflict pain on himself. Still, Marabe’s feelings for him
had him convinced he would only be hurting her by doing something to Jonah, which astounded me he
woulde to that conclusion at all. Why wasn’t he trying to tear me apart to get to him? It had me
baffled.
Kaif wanted her, and he didn’t care how he got her, but he kept something from me, which had me
worried because it wasn’t directed at Jonah but Marabe.
“She didn’t care about our feelings,” I tell Kaif as he observed Jonah through my eyes; he snarls before
I am suddenly sprayed in coke when my ws slip out and puncture the can I was holding, spraying
coke all over me. I jump, rushing to the sink to discard the can, and I growl at Kaif.
“Should have marked her,” Kaifs hisses at me while Jonah hands me a tea towel, and I snatch it from
him, wiping my face and the front of my tank top, the crotch of my grey sweats saturated, making it look
like I pissed myself.
“Chill, bro, it’s just coke. Go change them,” Jonah says while I fight the urge to go shower the syrupy
mess off me. The desire bes too strong, and I hear Jonahugh as I walk out of the kitchen; Kaif
knows I’m not too fond of mess, and now I feel sticky. He deliberately did it to shift get on my nerves.
Walking into my ensuite, I turn the shower on. “You seriously going to shower? Just get a wet cloth and
wipe yourself clean, geez.”
“It won’t help,” I shudder, kicking the door shut but leaving enough of a gap that I could hear Jonah
easily as he moves around in my room. I yank my clothes off, chucking them in the hamper before
stepping in and instantly reaching for the soap. I washed quickly before shutting the water off, grabbing
a towel, and wrapping it around my waist.
Walking into the bedroom to get dressed, Jonah was lying on my bed, wrinkling the straightened
were old and delicate, and he didn’t have gloves on. Walking over, I take it from him, setting it back in
its air-tight box, and Jonah sighs loudly.
“It makes no sense; Celeste created Kaif; why curse him to your bloodline every twelve generations?”
“Because my bloodline was his first vessel, and because he k****d Luna,” I tell him, wondering why he
was suddenly taking a keen interest in the Octavian Curse. He rarely asked questions, just trusted I
knew about what I told him.
“But she created him; how could you curse your own creation?” Jonah asks.
“She didn’t. Do you not pay attention,” I ask him before sighing.
“Why the sudden interest in my family’s curse anyhow,”
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“Well, if we are sharing a mate, I want to ensure you don’t k**l her, or Kaif does,”
“We are not sharing a mate; Marabe is mine, and I won’t share, neither will Kaif.”
“What’s kaif say, still a definite no?”
“Yes, f*****g no, she is mine,” Kaif growls and answers before shoving forward angrily, and I struggle to
force him back. Jonah pores emit the scent of his fear before he stifles it, knowing it would fuel Kaif if
he got a good enough whiff of it.
shift Kaif settles and seems to think for a second, his mind working overtime as he thinks of the
situation and his anger dwindles slightly; he hated the idea of Jonah touching Marabe, yet at the
same time, he worried Marabe would hate us more if he hurt him.
I trusted no one more than I did Jonah. He would keep her safe from us, yet I knew it would never
work. Kaif wouldn’t handle seeing them together; feeling them through the bonds was one thing, but
seeing it, he would be uncontroble. Marabe’s feeling for Jonah stumped him, and he seemed in
shock just how strongly they both felt towards each other, his mind going to Luna and what he did. The
agony of her d***h, I couldn’t risk either of them like that, and for once we both agreed on something,
he knew he was a monster, and he tried not to be, but instinct always won with Kaif, he knew it, and I
knew it.
Kaif sighs, realizing it too; it is what his curse is about, after all, this was his punishment. To be forever
alone, to know love only to have it taken away and lose it.
“Your thinking about something?” Jonah says, and I shrug, pulling on another tank top before tossing
him one.
“Put it on, so I don’t have to look at those d**n n*****s,”
“Careful I may pierce yours while your asleep next,” He tells me before pulling the top on.
“Don’t f*****g touch me in my sleep,”
“Yeah, yeah. It would be worth it though,”
“Really, you want another broken arm?” I ask him, and he shudders while remembering thest time he
startled me in my sleep. Kaif’s reflexes are always quick, especially when I am asleep. Kaif broke his
arm in three ces and identally dislocated his shoulder, thinking we were being attacked again.
It’s been twenty years, and that day constantly yed on my mind, how things could have gone
differently if dad had not got there in time; he started training me after that day, every morning and
every afternoon, Lucas taking over when he died, the same routine. Morning and night, and I still did it
daily, but mainly with Jonah, Lucas feared me, and he should.
He could never match me; no one could. Jonah only by the bond because it weakened Kaif, tying our
life to Jonah’s had consequences, but it was for the best, especially without my talisman. I needed
some way to help restrain him. It was initially meant to be Lucas, but with him aging and his outright
fear as I grew older, he would have only angered Kaif k*****g us all.
“Should I be worried about the party on the weekend?” Jonah suddenly asks, pulling me from my
thoughts.
“Why everything is organized, I saw to it,”
“I mean with Marabe being there, Kaif … I mean, you won’t do anything, will you?”
“Just keep away from her,”
“You know I won’t do that, Kyan, so why ask?”
Just do it for now, until I figure something out,”
“You know you could always tell her, tell her what Kaif is, what you are. Marabe won’t care; she will
still want you,”
“That is exactly why I can’t tell her; it will end badly, it always does for Kaif; he can not be tamed,” I tell
him.
“Yes, but this is the first time Kaif has had a guardian; I won’t let him hurt her,” Kaif seemed thoughtful
for a second.
Optimistic for once, he didn’t care who he hurt to have her; there was only one problem it was always
his mate and himself. He would be his own destruction.
If history was anything to go by, it continuously repeated, and I couldn’t allow that until we broke the
curse, not until we knew for sure she was strong enough to survive him. Because if he marks her, he
will mate her, which will k**l her; his love for her would be her end.
Jonah’s phone starts ringing, and he moves around fetching his phone from his back pocket. He looks
at the screen before showing me, and I growl when I realize it is Marabe. I wave at him to answer it,
and he does. Kaif wanted to snatch the phone from him to scold his mate about kissing him, but
upsetting her shift more held him back. I honestly couldn’t understand him; he wanted to k**l Jonah but
med me; he wanted to punish Marabe for her betrayal but didn’t want her to hate him. I was
getting a headache from his whishing emotions, none I could understand.
However, when Jonah answered, and her frantic voice came through the phone, warning Jonah to stay
away from me, he snapped, lurching forward before I even registered he had control, her concern for
Jonah sending blind rage through him. Jonah jumps also thrown off guard as Kaif shifts, tearing my
skin off to shift faster before lunging at Jonah while I tried to hone him in, yet I was fighting a losing
battle as I felt us start to merge, his instincts bing mine. The sliver of our humanity I clung to gave
away, as those instincts were telling us to k**l him for touching our mate.