Fated To the Alpha by Jessica Hall
Chapter 260: Marabella POV
I had awoken at Jonah’s the following day, and three days had since passed. My parents had been annoying the hl out of me, and I swear if I get one more positive affirmation meme from my father, I may just drive up there to shove his phone up his a*s. Every day like clockwork, they all video chat like they were worried I would try to k**l myself again.
Although, I was more concerned about Kyan’s state of mind than worrying much about my own. We hadn’t heard from him since Jonah brought me here. Not one word, however. Today was Lucas’s f*l, so I would get to see him.
As I climbed out of Jonah’s car, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the b****l ground of Kyan’s family, weaving us through the cemetery to the back. It was odd. I half expected the service to be held at the manor since it had its own graveyard. “I thought more people would show up,” I whispered to Jonah.
Looking around, only Kyan and Andrei are standing beside the grave that has already been dug. Not even Sage was here, which I thought odd. Lucas and Andrei were best friends, so I thought she would have come.
“Kyan only invited Dad, Mum, and us. Mum couldn’t handle it. Stress has gotten to her bad, and Dad has been having to sedate her,” Jonah whispered, and I glanced at him.
“Why what happened?” I ask, worried for Aunty Sage.
“The whole Vince and Casen thing, you know Mum’s fragile and not in a good place right now. She thinks Dad is keeping things from her, and her anxiety has been playing havoc,” Jonah tells me.
“Well, he did, kind of kept it from her,” I mumble, and Jonah sighs. Walking through the small fence, a shudder ran through me as we entered his family plot. Suddenly, an electric current rushed through me and stopped me in my tracks. It was an unnerving sensation.
Taking a look down at the ground, I realized I had walked right past the grave of his father. My brows furrowed, and my footsteps faltered as if something was halting me from going any further.
Andrei, noticing us, walks over, and he grips his son’s shoulder. Yet my eyes went to Kyan, who stood silently next to his uncle’s coffin. He stared blankly ahead, and Jonah was talking to his father. With one last glance down at his father’s tombstone, I let go of Jonah’s hand and wandered over to him and stopped beside him.
He had his hands in hands in his pockets. Without thinking, I slipped my hand into his pocket, grabbing his hand in mine. He looked down at his pocket before pulling his hand back out and squeezing mine gently.
“I didn’t think you would come,” he whispered.
“Kind of owe my life to him; it would be a bit rude not to, plus he made good scones,” I told him, and he chuckled. “He did and jams,” Kyan chuckled to himself. Jonah walked up behind us and grabbed Kyan’s shoulder before pulling him back and wrapping his arm around his chest.
“Love you, bro,” Jonah said, smacking Kyan’s chest softly. Kyan nodded, then squeezed his hand before letting him go. Jonah let him go before moving beside me, his hand going to my waist, and we listened to the man holding the small service.
Andrei said a few words, but Kyan just nodded and clenched his jaw as the coffin was lowered. When it was done, he turned to me before pecking my cheek and letting my hand go. He walked away while I stared after him, and so did Jonah. Jonah’s brows furrowed with worry.
“Want me to check on him before I go home?” Andrei asked Jonah, and he nodded. His father hugged him before hugging me and walking out of the graveyard after Kyan.
We followed, although the same thing happened again when I passed Dominic’s grave. The same violent shudder ran up my spine, and Jonah stopped looking down at me while I tried to make sense of the strange sensation that had once again overwhelmed me.
“What’s wrong? Your emotions are strange,” Jonah murmured. I shook my head before s*cking in a breath.
“Nothing, just a strange feeling when I walked past it,” I answered.
Once we were back home, Andrei rang to say Kyan went to work, and I moved to the couch. My phone started buzzing as my parents tried to ring me. Tossing it on the sofa beside me, I ignored it, not really feeling like talking or in the mood to hear about Pack dramas.
Jonah came to sit with me, flicking on the TV and scanning through the apps for something to watch, when we heard a knock on the door before the sound of keys turning in the lock. Jonah tugged me against him, kissing the side of my head.
“It’s just Kyan; I thought I felt him getting closer,” he whispered, and the door opened. He dropped his keys on the bench before walking into the living room. He said nothing, just sat down beside Jonah and me, and I waited for him to say something, but he never did.
Kyan just stared vacantly at the TV, not really watching it like he was stuck in his own thoughts. Jonah ordered takeout when it was dinner time when Kyan looked over the back of the couch to where Jonah stood in the kitchen on hold with someone downstairs.
“Can I stay here the night?” Kyan asked.
“Yeah, you don’t gotta ask,” Jonah said before whoever he was talking to picked up. Kyan nodded before turning to face the TV again, resting his chin on his hand. Kora watched him worriedly. Despite the bond being gone because he rejected us, I still felt the overwhelming need to touch him to ensure he was okay.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, and he glanced at me.
“Yep, the house is just too quiet,” he answered, and I chewed the inside of my lip before scooting closer to him. Laying down, I put my head in his lap and looked up at him.
“You don’t hate me?” Kyan asked, his hand dropping on my shoulder while his other pulled my hair back from my face.
“I never hated you, Kyan, and I’m sorry about Lucas,” I told him, and he nodded.
“I have no one left now,” he murmured, staring away at the wall.
“You have Jonah and me,” I tell him, and his eyes flick down to me, his fingertips trailing over the scar left by Kaif’s old mark, and he smiles sadly.
“I have Jonah, not you. You belong to him now,” Kyan murmured as Jonah sat back down, lifting my feet onto his lap.
“You two kiss and make up yet, or are we still being the awkward throuple?” Neither of us said anything, and I wasn’t exactly sure what any of us were anymore. Everything was different now; the bond was gone however, the feelings remained.
“Awkward throuple it is then,” Jonah sighed, pressing play on the movie we were watching.