Fated To The Alpha

chapter 283

Kyan looked at me before looking at the sky and back at his father. Something flooded through him, it

felt like determination as he took off and ran outside the ruins and grabbed the Grimoire. He came back

flicking through the pages before he looked back inside the coffin, rummaging around before pulling out

the talisman from underneath Dominic. It was like the one in the dagger; it shared the same shape. I

glanced down at the open grimoire, noticing the drawing inside, a picture of the moon and the two

stones. Yet as I picked up the dagger that held the other I noticed the difference. The one in the dagger

was blood red and sparkled, the one Kyan held was a crimson color but dark and shadows made it

almost appear smoky.

Eziah came to stand by me. He pocketed the dagger to return it to the moon goddess realm.

Kyan finds the spell, making both Eziah and I repeat it before nervously glancing up at the moon which

was directly above us. We recited the spell that should break the stone.

Jonah picked up the grimoire and glanced at it. Flicking through the pages. Kyan then dropped the

stone in my hand, it was cold, like holding ice and I fought the urge to drop it. Eziah places his hand

over the top of mine and I feel the stone warm, his fingertips brushing my wrist and I felt my gemini

power rise to meet his, black tendrils moved over Eziah’s hand covering the stone. Turning our hands,

gold bled up mine, both coexisting as we shared power. As we became the gemini. Warmth spread up

my arm to my elbow and Eziah gasped as the cold touch of mine moved up his.

We started to recite the chant when Jonah spoke. “It seems too simple,” he murmurs. Kyan looks back

at him. “You said they have to break the stone holding Luna, and that your father tied his life to the

same stone?” Kyan nods, glancing at the page Jonah was looking at.

“So the moon,” Jonah looks up.

“The stones, but what is this?” he points to some squiggles above a block, I look at Eziah and he

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“No, this is the original curse, how the stones were created. That is the sacrifice, so not the same

because dad put his life force in Mara, with his magic. Using the stone as his power source, so by

breaking the source he should wake,” Kyan tells him, turning back to us. Kyan was giddy when he

looked at us. | and I could feel his burning excitement at getting his father back.

Jonah scratched his chin but Eziah and I spoke the words that Kyan said when he suddenly dropped

his hands on our shoulders. The moment he did, my body tensed as Octavian magic rushed through

me. Eziah shivered and swayed on his feet, and my arm felt like it caught fire as the heat of Eziah’s

magic burned my arm and scorched the blood in my veins.

His power intensified. Eziah’s face paled and he turned a sickly grey as my magic's cold touch seeped

into him, our power transferring between us and merging. Eziah tried to speak the words yet the more I

stared at my twin, the stronger I grew, I felt invigorated while Eziah looked like he was dying, I glanced

at our glowing hands. Kyan’s head dropped as he channelled more power into us. Eziah reached

forward as we chanted and choked.

“Eziah?” I muttered, ripping my hand away from him that was holding the stone, the spell broke. The

stone fell from our hands as I clutched Eziah's arms. He swayed toward me and Kyan gasped looking

at the stone on the ground before looking at Eziah. His magic was giving me life while mine was taking

his. The moment he dropped the stone his color returned and he sucked in air.

“No, we can do this,” Eziah says, swaying on his feet. He bends down grabbing the stone again, he

stumbles into me and I grip his shoulders.

“Eziah?” I ask hauling him upright and trying to hold him steady.

“We are so close,” Eziah says. I look to Kyan in panic who stared between us before looking down at

the stone clutched in Eziah’s hands. Eziah shakes me off and stands.

“Tm fine, lets try again, it just overwhelmed me” he says holding his hand out with the stone.

Kyan watches him and glances at me and shrugs and we try again. The same thing happened, I was

killing my brother, and he was giving his life force to me the moment Kyan touched us. Eziah kept

wanting to try and I looked at Kyan pleadingly before glancing back at the coffin that held his father.

How much power was needed to break the stone, and how much would it take for it to kill my brother?

Eziah holds his hand out but I take a step back.

I shake my head, “it’s killing you,” I stutter.

“T’m fine we just need to wake him up,” Eziah gasps.

“Not by sacrificing your life, no,” I tell him as Eziah steps toward me.

“We can do this Marabella, this is what we are made for. Light and darkness, it is what it needs to break

it, we are so close, Dominic is right there,” Eziah says, yet I take a step back before looking at Kyan.

Pleading for him to tell Eziah no, he glances between us and looks at his father, his shoulders

dropping.

“Ella is right,” Kyan says and I felt the soul crushing pressure in my chest as disappointment rushed

through me.

“No, what happens if you don't break the spell, Kyan! Does she know what Kaif’s back up plan is?”

Eziah snaps at him.

“What back up plan?” I asked, glancing between them nervously.

“It’s nothing,” Kyan says, he grips his hair and his eyes turn glassy.

“She has a right to know, she can choose,” Eziah snaps.

“I will not let her make that choice, she's you’re fucking twin,” Kyan snarls and Jonah grips his shoulder.

Kyan’s shoulder sag. He lets out a breath. “I knew it was impossible. It’s over Ella,” Kyan murmurs. He

bites his lip and nods. "It's over,"

“What backup plan?” I demand.

“You can’t harness his father’s power while carrying your child. Kyan can't for long either along with

Kaif's. Kaif will die, Kyan will lose his power, and his Lycan, trapping the Octavians in the shadows for

eternity, isn’t that right Kyan, that is Kaif’s backup plan, so don’t tell me Marabella doesn’t get a say in

that,” Eziah snaps.

“What?” I gasp and my legs tremble at his words. I look at Jonah who hangs his head and Kyan glares

at Eziah.

“Ts this true?” I murmur. Kyan swallows and looks away from me. “We don’t have a choice,” Kyan

murmurs.

“Wait, so if we can’t wake up your father, Kaif dies?”

“Yes, but if you wake him, you will kill your brother so which is it? You want her to choose?” He growls,

turning and glaring at Eziah.

I glance between them before shaking my head. “No, No. I...”

“T can do this Mara,” Eziah says. But I shake my head. Yet I was torn, this was so fucked up. My mate

or my brother? How do you choose?

“One last time, just try one more time,” Eziah murmurs stepping toward me but I take a step back

unable to choose.

“It’s okay, Ella. I know you can't, therefore I will choose for you,” Kyan says, shutting the lid on the

coffin. “It will be okay,” he says but I shake my head feeling his heartbreak, despite him and Eziah not

getting along he wouldn’t make me choose between him and my brother.

“It makes no sense?” Jonah mutters.

“You’re right, it makes none at all. I should have known better,” Kyan says, stalking off back toward the

trail.

“It’s over, it’s done,” Kyan says, stalking off down the trail. “Kyan!” I call after him but he disappears

between the trees and Eziah growls before going to grab me only when his hands reach out to grip my

arms, my mother appears out of thin air and he grabs hers instead.

“Mum?” I stammer. She stares off to where Kyan walked off and disappeared.

“I can do this mum!” Eziah says.

“I know, and you would for her, but what kind of mother would I be if I let my child die for the other,” she

says before glancing over her shoulder at me. Tears brimmed in my eyes as she smiled sadly. I

swallowed looking toward the trail and Jonah chased after Kyan also disappearing.

“It started with the moon and it ends with the moon,” My mothers says and I turn my tear filled eyes

back to her while she wanders over to the grimoire resting open on the coffin where Jonah placed it.

“What are you doing?” Eziah asks her.

“Cleaning out the closet,” she says looking over at me. Eziah and I look at each other.

“We all have skeletons in the closet,” she says while turning and opening the coffin again.

“We get to choose which ones to live with and I chose wrong. I can’t live with that choice.” she says.

“Mum?” Eziah says but she holds up a hand.

“I could have saved him, but I didn’t. Dominic gave his life for my daughter, he sacrificed himself for

Marabella, then stayed with you. He made you strong and I owe him this much,” she says looking down

in the coffin at Dominic.

“I don’t understand?” I tell her looking at Eziah.

“I took Kyan’s father from him once, I won’t do it again,” she says, lifting her chin and looking at us.

Eziah and I try to figure out what riddle she speaks about this time. She looks down at the grimoire

reading over the pages.

"I will be the sacrifice needed, that I can live with," she says, looking down at the coffin. She grips

Dominic's hand. "A life for a life, and for that I will take the sentence of eternity," she tells him.