Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Read Fated To The Alpha [by Jessica Hall] Chapter 218 – Marabella POV

The water was blistering hot, my skin turning a dark red as the water beat against my flesh, yet it was not enough.

Anger, hatred so strong I felt like I was going to combust. I wanted to hurt something, hurt someone instead of

being the one that was always taking the blows, suffering in silence, yet the pain was something that also took the

anger. So, I turned the anger inward. I needed the numbness to return. Depression is funny like that; one minute,

you feel too much, and others, you feel nothing at all.

When I was a child, I heard all about mate bonds, heard about the undying love that comes with it, some fairytale

ending we were all supposed to get. Once I hit high school, that dream soon faded; I wanted what my mother had; I

wanted to be loved and to love back just fiercely.

Be desired and desiring someone else so much it was blissfully painful, but those expectations were unrealistic, and

I see that now. Back then, my mother’s words made no sense to me when I asked if it was the same for everyone.

She looked at me, and her smile slipped off her face. She got that strange look in her eye like she was seeing

something we couldn’t see.

“Sometimes we don’t get to decide, sometimes I don’t get to choose, sometimes the love kills them,” I

remembered she looked sad, but it didn’t make sense to me; my mother was the Moon Goddess.

“But you choose the bonds?” I had questioned her.

“Yes, but some bonds choose each other. Those bonds can be toxic, those bonds I can’t control because fate had

other plans for them,” she replied before brushing my hair back behind my ears.

“Well, when I find my mate, he will love m e, right, Mumma?” I asked her,

“Of course he will, bonds are sacred, but sometimes mate bonds aren’t the strongest love of all,”

“What do you mean?” I asked my Nine- year-old brain, not understanding her words.

“Chosen bonds can love more fiercely than any mate bond Marabella, that is why choice is divine, that’s why it can

change fate,” I wondered now if that look were because she knew back then, I wouldn’t get my happy ending.

However, despite her words to a naive nine-year-old, I still believed a mate bond would bring me a friend and

someone who would love me and me alone. I held onto that, for as long as possible, that out-of-reach dream until I

hit high school.

Once I saw the fear on my pack’s faces, that image slowly died down; I no longer believed I would find a mate, no

longer thought I’d find happiness or the fairytale ending I had pictured in my head. No one wanted me. Sometimes I

wondered if I was more burden to my family than the blessing they called us. Since when is d***h a blessing.

I was not blessed but cursed, cursed to live in silence, so why I hoped for a mate that would love me, want me

despite the flaws of my existence was now incomprehensible. I realized I was naive. Darkness doesn’t find

happiness. I was darkness, darkness incarnate, the grim reaper; the one everyone avoided getting too close,

everyone trying to avoid the touch of d***h, so why wouldn’t my mate fear me like the plague I am.

I was naive; I didn’t think so back then, thought my mate would want me, that mates had no limits that someone

would accept me over everyone, but he turned out to be another person who didn’t choose me in the end.

Kora was hopeful and gave that hope back to me when she came along. Told me that all the years of suffering in

silence would b e worth it, that our mate would accept us, love us unconditionally, and we would feel different, view

things differently.

She was right, but she was wrong about the feeling. It didn’t feel like she said. Kyan invoked a new feeling, a new

part of me that I wasn’t used to feeling, numb I could handle, numb I was used to, but anger coursed through me,

making me want to hurt him for k*****g that sliver of hope I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto like it was a lifeline.

Instead, I wanted to hurt him for wanting him and him not wanting me.

Mum said once you recognized your mate, nothing compared to the love you felt for them, it was blindingly strong.

But to love and hate someone, she never told me that one. For years I remained silent, letting my life slip by,

waiting for this moment to correct it, waiting without realizing I was waiting for something more. Silent for so long,

waiting for a mate to make me feel whole. Silent thinking that once they came, I would find myself again, but now I

wanted to scream, and I realized my silence was in its own way the loudest noise I ever heard.

I am screaming for connection, screaming for balance, screaming to be noticed. That is what silence is until

eventually, silence is mute, numb, and no longer caring but accepting of the fact you’ll never be seen. You’ll never

be acknowledged. Silence is breaking, and resolving the two go hand in hand. My silence for years was golden, just

letting myself slip away with my voice, then it turned deafening as I lost myself within the quiet, became submissive

to my life.

I spent my life stumbling blindly in the abyss of myself, waiting for my mate to one day pull me out. No longer living,

just accepting, settling for what was normal for me. Comfortably complacent in my misery, until he made my heart

beat faster, awakening something I wanted, for once I wanted something, and the fates took that away too. The

last piece of hope I had, and they destroyed it by giving me someone who didn’t want me, someone who hated me

more than I hated myself.

Kora whimpered in my head, wanting the feeling to leave, wanting the numbness back, and I hated Kyan for

destroying her too. Destroying my wolf, the one person that kept me going, and what hope did I have if she was

now broken too. For once, she didn’t fight me. For once, she let me, wanting the pain, anything to extinguish the

feeling of sadness washing over me. Grieving something I never had in the first place or never will have, I wanted

the numbness back, the autopilot feeling, the feeling where I no longer cared about what happened to me; I

needed the numbness back.

My claws slipped from my fingertips with blinding speed as they dug into my t***h; the relief was short-lived as my

blood spilled over the tops of my thighs and washed down the drain. My claws retract but still, it was not enough,

and I pierce my flesh deeper than ever, seeking the numbness that usually comes with it, yet nothing. Not even as I

rake my claws through my skin all the way to my hip. Darkness tainted my blood, streaks of black spilling onto the

floor swirling through the scarlet liquid that spilled out of me. I shudder as the coldness seeps through me, coating

me with numbing relief when I hear a knock on the door.

“Marabella?” Jonah’s voice calls out, and I panic, looking down at my mutilated leg, having forgotten I wasn’t in the

confines of my bedroom. I wasn’t home where I could suffer in silence and be left to my own vices while my

parents tended to Eziah, the next Alpha. I was usually forgotten with all his training and duties, but Jonah saw

through my facade half the time.

I scrambled upright, blood rushing down my leg as I frantically looked for something to stem the bleeding. Grabbing

wads of toilet paper, it sticks to my leg, stopping it as I rush over to my handbag, rifling through it. My wounds

never healed, and I never this deep, but I tore through the muscle without realizing it as I sought out the numbness

that would save me from the agony Kyan caused me.

“Marabella, answer, or I will kick the door down,” I gulp before frantically grabbing a towel and wrapping it around

myself. I hear talking as I reach the door and crack it open enough, keeping my leg behind the door and out of

sight. The shower was still running behind me, washing my essence down the drain.

“What’s wrong?” I asked; my voice trembled slightly, and I realized he was o n the phone with someone.

“Ah, nothing, you were in there for a while, just checking on you,” Jonah says before paying attention to who he is

on the phone to. I recognized Kyan’s voice but couldn’t understand his words.

“Bro, she is fine; she is standing right in front of me, perfectly fine,”

“What? No, here you talk to her then, she is fine, I am looking right at her,” Jonah says, shaking his head. My brows

furrow in confusion.

“Here, tell him your fine before he comes over here,” Jonah says, handing me the phone and walking off. I stare at

the phone and see a picture of Kyan on the screen and gulp before hearing.

“Hello, Jonah!” Kyan snaps through the phone.

“Ah no, he walked off,” I tell him. He growls at me, and I am about to hang up when a violent shiver runs up my

spine.

“Last f*****g time Marabella, next time you end up in a straight jacket in my basement,” He snaps before hanging

up abruptly. I stare at the phone screen and shake my head, wondering what got into him when I feel a cold feeling

seep up my leg, opening my towel to see black tendrils running beneath my skin, sealing the claw marks and

tingeing them black like veins as they closed.

My phone vibrates in my bag, and I quickly grab some toilet paper and start cleaning up my blood that spills onto

the tiles by the door. I didn’t get it; I couldn’t stop staring at my leg and the veins of black that were once my

wounds now closed. I rub it with my fingertips to see if it will rub off. I shudder, warmth flooding through me,

caressing through me as sparks rush across my hip and down my leg. Yet the marks remain, tainting my porcelain-

colored skin.

“Kyan….. I think Kyan,” Kora also stops as confused as me, but how we haven’t marked each other, how could he

feel what I did, and how could he heal me without touching me.

My phone vibrates again, and I don’t recognize the number. A message popped up on my screen.

My father didn’t d*e for you to toss your life away.

I stare at the message before looking at the number on Jonah’s phone screen, but it is locked.

“Jonah!” I call out before hearing footsteps.

“You decent?”

“I have a towel on,” I tell him, and he opens the door sticking his head in.

“What’s up,”

“Your phone is locked; I want to check Kyan’s number. I think he messaged me, but his message makes no sense,” I

tell him.

“It’s your birthday. What did he say?” I hand him my phone, and he looks at it. His jaw clenches, and he growls.

“You use my date of birth for your pin?” He didn’t answer too busy glaring at my phone, and I was worried he was

going to toss it or break it in his tight grip.

“So, that is Kyan’s number?” I ask him, and he nods his head, his eyes flicking to me.

“I will be back. I need to go speak to someone,” Jonah says suddenly before storming off when I realize he forgot to

give me my phone back. I heard the front door slam with a loud bang while I was left standing in the bathroom, still

clutching his phone in my hand.

“I wonder what he meant?” Kora asked me, and I had no idea what he meant by his words. What did he mean?