Fated To The Alpha

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 213

– Anxiety gnawed at me as I waited for Jonah to hop out of the shower. We were staying at the penthouse above the C****o that Jonah used when he stayed in the City.

Hearing the door open, I look toward the bathroom as he steps out. Towel low on his hips. His body was hard, lean, and muscular, not an ounce of fat on him; he was tall too. He closes the door quickly, turning toward me, his dark blonde tousled hair wet and droplets spilled onto his hard chest, running down his pecs before trailing down the hard ridges of his abs. He had both his n*****s pierced, I noticed, something that I hadn’t noticed before, but then again, this was the first time I had seen him in this state of undress, his sunkissed skin on display so openly.

My eyes follow down to the v-line that escaped below the towel. Jonah and Uncle Andrei, and I know, trained rigorously because Jonah wasn’t Alpha born; he would have to fight his father for the title, or his father would hand it down to Rose, his sister, when she came of age. Yet knowing that and seeing the hardened muscles of his body, I never truly appreciated how hard he worked to become Alpha.

Uncle Andrei had been training Jonah since he was eight, preparing him for the Alpha title fight. Jonah looking up meets m y gaze, his cerulean blue eyes darting away quickly before clearing his throat awkwardly. I dropped my gaze; heat crept up the back of my neck, staining my cheeks in my blush.

“Showers free,” Jonah says just as awkwardly. I made him uncomfortable. That thought makes my mouth dry, and I nod once before standing up.

Grabbing my bag, I was about to open it when Jonah spoke.

“I only packed your Pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Did you not see the dress in the spare room?” He asks.

My stomach twists in knots at the thought of having to wear a dress. I hadn’t worn one since I was a child. I shake my head, and Jonah wanders off down the hall before returning with a dark blue floor- length dress.

“It’s formal attire?” I ask, my voice more of a shriek.

“If you don’t like it, I can get Lucas to rush down a pick you one?” He asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I like it. I just thought I could wear my jeans; I didn’t realize it was formal wear,” I tell him.

“Kyan prefers a certain image, believe me, I am not too happy about wearing a I suit, but,” he shrugs.

“There are heels in the room; I will hang this up for you,” he says. My stomach sinks yet again.

Great, I was going to make a complete a*s of myself. I struggled walking in flats, let alone heels. Why would my mother make him take me to this? She knew I hated having to go to functions, especially formal ones. I didn’t even attend my year ten formal. Opting out and only attending the ceremony in black slacks and shirt before heading home Instead of going to the formal.

I hadn’t wanted to go; it would have just been another way for them to torment me. Plus, it was also the day after mum d********d Jasmine. They were best friends and still are, but mum said Jasmine stepped out of line when a petition went around for me to be pulled from contact sports. Saying I was a risk to other students after I nearly k****d my teacher.

Eziah, luckily was quick to act, hailed a hero, and I was called a parasite, a bad omen to my pack, not that anyone said anything in front of my family. Mum found out when the petition was handed t o the school board. After some digging, she found out Jasmine had been the one to mention it initially, Marley never forgave me, and neither did Alicia. Mum slapped Jasmine and humiliated her in front of the school assembly; her claws slipped from her fingers, raking down her face.

She never healed, and I think my mother used her powers to ensure it, to make it a clear warning to those that spoke out about me. Alicia’s mother, Rebecca, was forced to submit in front of everyone and apologize to me; I was humiliated. I understood why she did it, a show of consequences, but it never helped my situation and only made me isolated. Alicia was my brother’s girlfriend at the time, and he dumped her in front of everyone present, making her hate for me tenfold, and said he wouldn’t have anyone that would shun his sister.

I shake the memory away; it was never a good thing becoming lost in my thoughts; my thoughts never had much good to say. “Marabella, are you ok?” Jonah asks, walking back out with black slacks on and a dress shirt. The buttons were still undone as he pushed his belt through the loops of his pants.

the lock in place, not that Jonah would ever come in, but I always did. Shedding my clothes, I turn the shower on. Stepping in quickly and wet my hair before reaching for the soap.

towel around me when I was done before popping my head out the door. Breathing a sigh of relief when I noticed Jonah was nowhere in sight and I made a dash

the dress on the back of the door, and I touched the silky dark sapphire blue fabric. I realized quickly that the dress would be figure-hugging, and that realization made my stomach squeeze

least I would get out of going, I chuckle. One could wish Jonah would still probably drag me along at my mother’s

the back is see through lace, the front dipped low, showing off cleavage I was not comfortable with, and my bra could not be worn

in my own skin, too much of it on display. I didn’t belong in the world, definitely not in a dress like this. Unhooking my bra, I quickly removed it before putting the top half of the dress back on and awkwardly doing up the zip that held the lace together at my back-towel drying my unruly wavy hair that fell to just below my

I couldn’t leave it down; it would drive me insane. Sometimes I regretted never cutting it, but I always loved the feel of the brush when mum would

me, her way of getting me completely alone to talk, and after a while, it became routine. I wished mum was here, she would braid it

it and pull it into a ponytail when I hear

we need to

heels black heels. Grabbing them, I open the door only to bump into Jonah. Smacking into his hard chest, his hands grip my arms to steady me. Not to self, muscle looks nice, but d**n, it was not fun to smack into

him making me jump, and my eyes dart to him; his wolf coming forward makes me step back; the movement

I didn’t mean to scare

together. “I know you don’t want to go, but you could put some effort into doing your hair,” he says disapprovingly. My face heats, my hair is untameable, I sucked at being a girl, shamefully

words startled me. Did he really think that, or was he being polite? Jonah never said things like that usually; he was a lot like his father, a man of few

him over my shoulder, and his eyes were flickering again, his gaze

his gaze

his hand toward my hair. I pull

Turning back; I stare at the

his throat before tugging my hair tie from my hair. My hair fell down my back to just below my

tell him. He steps around me before moving t o the dresser, grabbing

plan living room. He sits on the leather couch before

just keep still

braid, not even I can braid,” I tell him before running the brush down m

t***h. “Sit up, you sitting o n your hair,” I lift my bottom, and

braid Rose’s hair; she always said mum was too rough with the brush, mum taught

dad snapped her, it was always a battle for mum to do her hair of a morning, so she taught me and I did her from her

miss her,” I ask, hoping

she wants to study, plus she hates being in the spotlight, just like

quickly through my hair, and it didn’t take him long before he was nearly

is Rose?”

I spoke with her earlier. She had a boyfriend for a bit and dad disapproved; she wants to transfer to your school next year after she and he fought. Dad said maybe

“Behaved?” I asked him.

caught Rose skipping school to hang out with Tyran, man. Did dad kick

“I’m surprised you didn’t,”

do you think

why you

this morning, I was only planning on picking you up, but when she rang me and said her boyfriend upset her, I ducked home real