Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 239

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 239

Kyan POV

She shouldn’t have known the name of the game, and she shouldn’t have known anything about my childhood. My father was d**d before she would have any memories valid to go off. I knew her magic was familiar; I knew it came from my bloodline, but how she got it exactly was what confused me. There are only two ways to do that. Either it is given to her or she siphoned it from him.

Anger coursed through me at either one of those answers. Either he handed it over, knowing he could have used it to save them both, or she took it from him and k****d him.

Tap, Tap, Tap. Looking up, Lucas was at my car window, and I looked around. I didn’t even remember the drive here. Tossing the door open, I got out.

“Are you alright? You have been sitting in your car for half an hour, and inside is freezing,”

“Sorry,” I mutter, stalking off toward the house. Unfortunately, the house runs of energy and mine were lethal right now, so no wonder it was freezing inside, not that I could tell. I always felt cold unless Marabella was near.

“Did you find my phone?” I asked him as I stepped in and removed my jacket.

“No, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” I tell him, stalking off upstairs. I went to my room, not knowing what to think.

“It changes nothing?” Kaif tells me, and I growl at him. It changes everything; I thought when Lucas walked in. His breath makes clouds in the air as he shivers and rubs his arms.

“Go stay somewhere else if it bothers you?” I snap at him.

“Or maybe you could tell me what is wrong?” Lucas says, walking into the room. He never gives up with his questioning.

“Marabella has dad’s magic,” If he was shocked, he didn’t show it. He glanced away, giving a slight nod, and I pin him with a glare. His eyes meet mine and dart away, making me rise to my feet.

“You knew?” I asked him. He shakes his hand from side to side; his mouth opens and closes.

“Tell me you didn’t know,” he says nothing instead sighs and rubs his temples, he may be my mother’s brother, but right now, I wanted to beat the c**p out of him. How could he keep this from me?

“Did you know what he was going to do that day?”

“He said Mara would be Kaif’s redemption,” Lucas tells me, feeding the same c**p he had been spouting for years.

“Did you know?”


“Did you know!” I screamed at him, and the lights flickered as my power surged, my anger rising when he continued to stare at me.

“Yes, I knew. That is why your father picked me up that day. He knew he would de; he knew the reaper rogues would a***k. Dominic knew Kyan. He signed custody over days before it happened,” My hands were around his throat before he could finish what he was going to say.

“Kyan,” He choked out around my grip. I felt Kaif tug on my control before Jonah’s voice flitted through my head via the mind link.

“Calm down, bro. Do you need me to come over?”

“No!” I snap back before my arms are ripped away by Kaif taking control.

I could feel Jonah’s presence in the back of my head, and I tried to shove him out, but because of the d**n bond, he could now fight me back, thanks to Kaif.

Lucas gasps and rubs his throat, hunched over next to the wall.

“You knew and didn’t try and stop him. He didn’t have to d*e,” I spit at Lucas.

“Yes, he did,” Lucas chokes out, and I growl, trying to take a step forward. Kaif still had complete control of my body. As pissed as he was, he wanted to hear Lucas out.

“How can you say that? He was my father,”

“That is exactly why Kyan. He was your father, and you would never have forgiven yourself. Marabella would be d**d, and so would your father. You would have had no one left, no one at all; it was the only way,”

“He had the power; he could have saved himself,”

“Not from you. He couldn’t,” Lucas yells.


“If he let Marabella de, you would have kd him for it. Kaif would have k*d him. Could you live with that? Could you Kyan? Because your father saw it, he saw it all, and he made a choice, you didn’t have to like it, but it was his choice,”

“What are you talking about? I was a kid,”

“But Kaif wasn’t he knew who she was to him even then; Mara was set to de that day. Your father saw it, so he intervened. If he didn’t, you would have kd not only him but everyone that day. If he didn’t intervene that day, you would have not only lost her but Jonah, and his family, Marabella, me, everyone. Your father saw it, and he tried for weeks to find another way, but the moment she walked into that stadium with her mother, your father sensed her power. It matched yours, he knew, he knew the curse could be broken because, for once, Kaif met his match; Kaif had a match that had power that rivaled his own. Marabella is not your enemy Kyan. She is your equal, and your father died for you, not her. He f**g died for you,” Lucas yells at me. By the time he is done, he is left panting.

“Don’t you get it?” He asks while rubbing his arms, his eyes darting to my bedside table where my father photo sat before he looks over at me.

“Everything he did, he did for you and her, for Kaif, to break this dn curse Hades put on you, to undo the past, he didn’t want you trapped in the underworld with him Kyan, not in Hades p**n world, he made a choice, and he lived with it, it’s about time you did too,” Lucas says before walking out and slamming the door.

For years I blamed her for his d***h when it was my fault. I blamed her, blamed him when the blame was on me.


“Not now, Jonah,” I tell him. Kaif for once remained quiet. He was buried under my grief just as much as me. My legs went from under me as my knees hit the floor at the realization. Growing up, he was all I had until I no longer had him no more. To the rest of the world, he was cruel and strict, but to me, he was dad, my hero and biggest supporter, and then he was gone.

One play date, one day, and my entire world was tossed upside down. I looked everywhere for a reason but, I never thought that reason was me, that I would be his ultimate de. I knew he sacrificed his life mine, but I didn’t know it was because I kd him. It just proved how much of a monster I was. If only everyone knew the true sacrifice, he made.

I needed to know. I needed to know for sure. Rolling my sleeves to my elbows, I forced myself to my feet, looking for the jar. My claws slipped from my fingertips as I stood and moved toward my jars before grabbing the one with dried deadly nightshade. I pull a handful from the jar before sitting on the bed.

“Kyan, what are you doing?” Jonah asks frantically.

“I need to know,”

“Know what? Lucas just told you?”

“I just need to see for myself; I need to know what he gave her,” I tell him, staring down at the plant. The shadows were dangerous to play with, I knew I could, but that didn’t make the risks any less, especially if I became trapped in them, trapped in the past that has no future.

I open my palm staring at the dried plant, crumbling it between my fingers before forcing myself to sw it down. Kaif growls. He hated the shadows. He couldn’t hide there; it is where he belonged, me however I belonged here and going into them could kl us both, but I needed to know, and so did Kaif, and the only way to the shadow realm was to de in this world and move through the shadows of the past, our ancestors or in my case, my fathers past.

I rake my claws down each arm, and Kaif fights the urge not to heal me as I bleed out, we would have to teeter on the brink of d***h, and my heart would need to stop, just temporarily.

“Ostende mihi sanguinem pro sanguine, sanguinem pro peccato, sanguinem pro praeterito, sanguinem meum ostende mihi peccatum,” I murmured, falling backward on the bed.

Jonah’s voice screamed in my head, his voice growing softer and indistinguishable as I floated, ticking down with each slowing beat of my heart as it thudded in my ears.

Shadows, like a shadow on the sidewalk, only trapped in time, trapped with an essence, as I traveled between plains, searching through the clouds of d***h, each one trying to cling to me, trying to get me to stay and hold me here with them as I filtered through. So peaceful promising the world was at my fingertips if I just stayed; the key was remembering it was the shadow realm, the realm of nothing but the past. A place where nothing lives or dies, just limbo forever stuck.

I push further before finding the shadow of that day, the shadow of a war he was not a part of. I watch as an observer instead of an active part.

“My father retrieves a screaming Mara from the car, and I walk around the scene, needing to see from another point of view other than his back. Moving into his line of vision and I was stunned for a second when he looked directly where I stood as if he knew I would come through the shadows to this exact moment.

“You don’t need to forgive her; forgive yourself. Nothing would prevent it,” He looks down at Marabella in his arms.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You will break my curse, and you will save us all. You just need to survive Kaif first,” He murmurs, poking her little nose with his fingers as he turns around. Chaos was going on around us everywhere when I heard a scream, and my father turned back to face me. His face twisted in pain, and his lips parted, and I jumped at the jolt of his body. I could feel the pulse of my blood in my veins as I watched his skin grey.

“For you, I give my life and my magic, for I am your guardian and you are Kaif’s keeper, and Kyan’s heart and they are my life, and you, my dear are their redemption, mea magica sanguinem meum pro te sanguinem” he whispers before I see him slip the shadows and his magic to her before pressing his b****y thumb to her forehead.

Marabella’s eyes glow black, even the whites around the eyes, and she blows bubbles, eating her fist unaware of what he gave her as he turns and collapses, his grip not faltering until the life drained out of him and she rolls in his lap when someone lets out a blood-curdling scream.

I gasp, throwing myself back into the land of the living. He gave it to her, he gave her the shadows and his magic, but that was not all, he didn’t just give his life, he gave her his soul, gave his soul to become her guardian, he would be forever tied to her just like Jonah is tied to me, he marked her with life and d***h trapping himself in Hades realm to be at her beck and call when she needed him.

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