Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Chapter 282
Eziah POV
Something was happening. The moment Kyan's magic latched onto her, she jolted. A cold rush moved through me, and her eyes
bled black. She smiled. The look on her face was eerie like she was looking straight through me. Jonah refused to let me go to
her, and I was a second away from blasting him with my magic as she spoke to something, agreeing with it while Kyan tried to
coax her out of whatever state she was in.
He looks at her worriedly, whispering to her to ignore the voices. I couldn't hear anything, but it was clear she could. Black
tendrils writhed all over her exposed skin.
Thunder and lightning streaked the sky and rumbled loudly, cracking like a whip and igniting the sky in streaks of light.
Kyan spoke calmly when blood started to stream from her eyes, nose, and ears, his voice growing higher when he suddenly bit
her. Sank his teeth into her neck, remarking her, her eyes flickered, and my heart jolted in my chest.
She blinks rapidly, and Kyan rips his head back. His eyes had turned white, like a storm was brewing within the depths, darkness
emanated out of them yet never breached the barrier held by the ruins, black fog creeped along the edges of the coffin before
smothering it and obscuring it along with their hands.
Kyan murmured words I could not understand, but the power I could feel was electrifying, truly showing how much power the
Octavians had, and I gulped. That realization I had been prodding and poking the beast suddenly seemed foolish as his lips
moved too fast. Kyan had the power to destroy me. °
Kyan was right, magic should not be played with, and the power he was using was unlike anything I had ever seen before.
Otherworldly and ancient, and for the first time, I witnessed darkness glow. It was the only way I could describe it, and Mara's
eyes flickered between black and white as he channeled the shadows from her. Kyan gasped, stumbling back like a force field
had hit him.
Mara collapsed on the ground beside the coffin, and I rushed forward to help. Only the moment I tried to run through the ruins, I
was blown backward. Tossed through the air, and I crashed into something hard behind me, only to find it was Jonah as he took
the brunt of the impact. Electricity zapped around the rocks, lightning repeatedly hitting them as Kyan stood. Only when he did I
blink rapidly, unable to believe my eyes when ghostly figures suddenly stood inside with them, hundreds of translucent shadow

people stood within, goosebumps rose on my arms. As his eyes moved to the coffin, like he was in a trance or maybe just
focused.
Yet the look on his face was demonic, his body completely obscured as the shadows wrapped around him, leaving only his neck
up visible. Engulfing him as his hands lifted outward, he tilted his head toward the sky, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest
when the air stilled abruptly. Like time froze, and we had hit the center of a storm.
Seconds felt like hours as I got to my feet and ambled my way closer when light engulfed my vision like the worst welding flash.
The lightning hit the dead center of his chest, blue streaks of light flickered within the shadows, and his entire body jolted. Jonah
whimpered behind me at the same time Kyan's hands slammed down on the coffin lid.
"Morte, leto stat hora, tuo more silent, umbrae sub luna tegunt, sub lunaque latent, nec nisi lunae possunt surrexere umbrae,"
kyan spoke, his voice echoing around us.
As he uttered the last word, lightning hit the coffin, the power erupted outside the ruins flattening the trees on the outer parts of
the clearing and creating a circle. The lightning then bounced off the ruins, etching runes into the rock as Jonah and I were
knocked off our feet. Sitting up, Kyan's eyes bled, and he collapsed to the ground.
I hold my breath, and I hear a gasp beside me, J turn to see Jonah staring with wide eyes at his mates. They both sit up stunned,
and the air turns stagnant yet also charred. The power charge drops, and Kyan shakes his head before he gasps, reaching for
Mara, who was staring vacantly to the side of them. Her lips part, and her gasp of shock was audible. I followed her gaze to see
the lid on the coffin wide open.
Marabella POV
My body felt supercharged yet hollow as Kyan took Dominic's magic from me, it was like a void opened inside me and what was
once there was no longer part of me. It felt foreign, and I didn't realize how much I would miss it, like a piece of me was stolen.
That piece was Dominic.
Kyan, however, gasped, like he was struggling to breathe and I sat up. The night was silent, so the slightest noise sounded loud
as the moon beamed down on us. Kyan was jittery, and I know it was from taking on too much power. Fear coursed through me
as I felt it tearing into him, and he reached for me; his body shook like he was convulsing, his muscles taut, but the tingles from
his touch warmed the hollow, cold feeling inside me. Dazed, I looked around before my lips part as I noticed the lid on the coffin
was wide open, the runes no longer glowed, and I couldn't tear my gaze away. My heart thumped in my chest. This was the

moment, the moment to see if I was right. But what if I was wrong? Doubt crept in, and pain panged through me, knowing how
much that would destroy Kyan.
Kyan sighs beside me, clutching my face in his hands and pressing his forehead against mine. He lets out a shaky breath.
"You’re alright," he whispers, his hands trembled as he tried to contain the magic writhing through him, and I place my hands on
his.
"I'm fine, but Kyan," I whisper, turning my head back to the open coffin. He turns his head, looking in the same direction.
"It worked!" he choked, his shaking becoming worse. I choked on my laugh. It worked, it worked, we opened the coffin.
Kyan stares at it but doesn't move like he was too scared to go over there and have his hope crushed. I swallow, feeling his
burning curiosity yet also caution. Hope and longing bled into me through the bond, but also sadness, sadness for everything his
father missed but hope that he could have him back.
Standing, I get to my feet, and I see Jonah and Eziah out of the corner of my eye moving toward us. I tug on Kyan's hand, but he
shakes his head, his eyes turning glassy. I smile sadly and let his hand go. I wander over to the coffin, and Kyan clears his
throat, making me glance back at him to see him rise to his feet, he forces himself to take a step toward me, and I hold my hand
out to him. He takes it, and I give it asqueeze. We move toward the coffin, and I hold my breath as I look inside. Kyan croaks on
a sob. His knees go weak as he stumbles forward, clutching the suit his father wore. Tears streamed down my face as he
clutched his father's body.
We found no bones but a man, a man I had tried to envision for months. Photos did him no justice. He looked peaceful, his eyes
closed. He should have been bones and dust, but inside, his father was perfectly intact. He looked alive, just asleep.
The similarities between Kyan and the man tha tspent years in my head were uncanny. They could pass as twins, only his father
a little older, his features were graceful like Kyan's, his black hair held no greys, and his skin smooth. Jonah and Eziah, I see,
move closer, and I hold up my hand, telling them to stay where they are as Kyan breaks into a million pieces.
His heart and soul cried for the man he thought he would never see again, a little boy crying for his father. Kyan strokes his
father's face, and I step closer, placing my hand on his back as he shakes.
"Now, let's bring him home," I whisper, peering up at the moon. It was nearly time, this was our chance, and despite his emotion,
he couldn't waste it. I wouldn't let him. »