Fated To The Alpha

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 214 – “You better not be wanking; what is taking you so long-” he stops suddenly, a look of shock on his face as Jonah tugs me toward his friend.

Kyan had on a tailored navy suit, yet it did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle beneath his clothes. His suit jacket was, open the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and I could make out the dark tattoos beneath the white button- up shirt, some swirling design pattern that moved up the side of his neck.

He stops looking at Jonah, and his jaw clenches; I hadn’t seen him in years, and he had put on more weight, was just as tall as Jonah but built sturdier, more muscular. His dark hair cropped short on the sides and longer on top, he had a five o’clock shadow whereas Jonah was clean shaved, Kyan’s eyes are a deep grey almost black, lined with thick lashes; he looked like a woman’s equivalent of a wet dream until his face morphed into a snarl when he notices me. His eyes dart to Jonah’s, and his lips press in a harsh line. We stop in front of him, and I start slipping on my gloves to cover my hands, anything to distract myself from the look he was giving me.

“She isn’t eighteen, Jonah; she can’t be in a C****o by herself,”

“Good thing she isn’t by herself then,” Jonah says, stepping past him and reaching for the door. Kyan steps away from me.

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Kyan growls at him.

“She is with us, so it will be fine; you said I could bring someone,”

“So you chose a twelve-year-old,” His words stung. No, they more than stung; the way he said it made my stomach plunge somewhere cold and deep within me.

“She is sixteen, and geez, Kyan, what has got into you? It’s Marabella, for g*d sake.”

“That’s exactly my point; she is underage and shouldn’t be in a f*****g C****o,”

“Fine, go by yourself then; I will take her bowling or something,” Jonah tells him with a sigh, bowling sounded better than spending the night next to someone who clearly hates my guts. Kyan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales.

“We lose our liquor license because of her,”

“She won’t be drinking or in any of the g******g areas, and she is with us; no one would say s**t,” Jonah cuts him off. Kyan’s eyes darted to mine.

“She remains with you; I am not babysitting her,” Kyan snaps before opening the door and stepping out.

“I will just wait here,” I tell Jonah, suddenly feeling unwelcome. You would think by now I would be used to that feeling, but I did not want to cause conflict between him and his best friend, it would be better if I just rang dad to come to get me. This was a terrible idea; I just wanted to go home.

up; we are already late. We can’t leave you in here by yourself,” Kyan snaps

to follow; one day Marabella, one day and we will be free, I remind

up at Jonah. It was one thing not having them on when with Jonah or mum, even Eziah; besides showering, I

“But If I touch,”

be touching anyone; remove

Leave her be,” Kyan ignores him,

years, and control it, remove them, Marabella. I won’t be seen with you while you wear those ridiculous gloves,” Jonah growls at him, and Kyan rolls his eyes, grabbing my gloved hand and tugging the glove off by the fingers, he then reaches for the other and tugs it off before pocketing them. I clench my hands into fists, rubbing my fingers over my palm when

up his suit jacket before fiddling with his cufflinks he pulls from his pocket, his jaw clenched as he glared at his wrists trying to put the cufflinks on before dropping one. I bend

let me help,”

fine,” Kyan snaps at him and Jonah

says stepping away from him. Kyan

I grip his wrist, turning his hand palm up and poking the cufflink through. I straighten his cuff and look up to find him staring at me. His face is set

before fixing the other one when I felt his hand brush against the back

doesn’t say anything, turning to stare at the elevator doors. His hands fist at his sides and I look at

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I went to wander off to use the bathroom, only for him t o snap at me and say to stay close. We now seemed to be in some event room, the strobing

a look, watch Mara for me,” he says, patting Kyan’s shoulder before walking off and not giving him time

watch people, feeling out of place and even more out of place standing next Kyan. I glance around the large open room. Noticing a

finally quiet, I thought, and I could see the ladies bathroom up ahead. I walk down the red-carpeted and gold trimmed corridor. It was dimly lit, the walls grey with small dome lamps hanging off the walls. I quickly

grips my arms. “Sorry, love,” He slurs, leaning half on me. The man face was partially slack as the alcohol weeded it way through his system, his hands clammy and burps before chuckling

moving to step around him. He steps in my way, and I try to step the other

trying to awkwardly move around

arms, I could tell he was human and I use my wrists to push on his chest as he steps closer to

i t best not to aggravate a drunk man. My heart thumps erratically in my chest, fear snaking around me tightly when his grip gets tighter. My mind screamed at

let go,” I tell him, as his face moves toward mine. His breath smells heavily

jolt, the man freezes looking over his shoulder before stepping away from me. Oh thank g*d, I never thought I would be excited to be glared at before in my life, but I was only seconds from throwing myself at him just to escape this man’s clutches. Kyan was walking down the corridor toward us, a look on his face that sent a chill down my spine, his hands in his pockets and he commanded attention, he never looked more intimidating and I was unsure if I

I stumble in the heels, my other hand grabbing his suit jacket and the buttons unpop. Kyan steadies me, his eyes still on the

over my neck as he leans closer to whisper to me, I shiver. I His whisper is more of an angry growl, something I thought impossible

wait, don’t wander off, you won’t like it if I have to hunt you down again” Kyan tells me. The man bristles and Kyan nudges me toward the exit and I hastily rush off. Stepping

me and fear of him made m e remain where I was when all I wanted t o do was run back to the penthouse and hide away. People stared at me and I

the door beside me opens up and Kyan steps out. He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and locks the doors before grabbing the phone out of his back pocket. His jaw is clenched and I see his knuckles coated in blood as he sends a text before

spots were on his white shirt and h e went to turn toward the rest of the room when I stepped in front of him, tugging his suit jacket closed and doing u p the buttons before someone