All Chapters of Marked By Fate: The Alpha Who Loved Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Katrina’s POVHe led me gently into the middle of the clearing, his hand never letting go of mine. The soft music filled the night air, blending with the quiet murmurs of laughter, the rustle of leaves in the trees, and the occasional crackle from the bonfire nearby. Above us, little lanterns swung lazily on strings tied between tree branches, glowing like tiny floating moons, casting golden light on everything below. The clearing felt almost magical, like we had stepped into a dream.Around us, pack members swayed in each other’s arms, dancing slowly, smiling, completely lost in their own little worlds. But even with all the people around us, I only saw him.Liam.My mate.My heart was still beating a little too fast, partly from the strange encounter with Mama Claire, partly because Liam was holding me like I was the most important thing in the world. I tried to push away the cold feeling that had crawled into my chest when she looked at me with those wide, blind eyes. Her warning fr

Katrina’s POVThe soft light of morning spilled into the room through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the bed. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust as I turned my head and saw Liam lying beside me. He looked so peaceful, his face relaxed, one arm tucked under the pillow while the other was draped lightly over my waist. My chest swelled with something warm and soft as I stared at him, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment.I reached out and gently brushed my fingers against his cheek, smiling to myself. How did I get so lucky?As if he could sense me watching, his eyes fluttered open, sleepy but full of affection. A small smile tugged at his lips.“Morning,” he murmured in that deep, husky voice that always made my stomach flip.“Morning,” I whispered back.For a while, we didn’t move. We just lay there, tangled up in the stillness and in each other, savoring the last few moments before we had to face the day. Then, Liam leaned over and kissed my forehead softly.“We s

Katrina’s POVNot just a soft light. It was like silver fire had wrapped around my fingers and palms, flickering like tiny flames. It was warm but didn’t hurt me. It felt… powerful. Like it belonged to me.The rogue man stared up at me with wide, terrified eyes.“No… no, what is that? What are you?” he screamed.But I didn’t stop.I pushed harder, letting the flames burst from my palms and into his skin. He screamed as the fire scorched his face and chest, his body thrashing beneath me.“Stop! No, please!” he begged, but I couldn’t stop.I wouldn’t.Tears streamed down my face, not from sadness—but from everything. Fear. Anger. Power. It all mixed together and poured out of me through the silver flames.“I’m not your prey,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “And I’m not afraid of you.”The flames got louder, crackling and roaring like a storm. They were all around the man now, like they had a life of their own. They moved like angry waves, wrapping around him and climbing up his bod

Liam’s POVThe moment Katrina collapsed, everything else around me faded into nothing.The wind stopped.The noise of the rogues running away disappeared.All I could hear was the thundering of my heartbeat in my ears and the way her body hit the ground with a soft, terrifying thud.“No,” I whispered, already moving. “No, no, no—Katrina!”I ran to her, faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I dropped to my knees beside her. My hands were shaking as I reached for her. Her body was limp. Her head lolled to the side, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes closed like she was sleeping.But something was wrong. I could feel it.“Katrina?” My voice cracked. “Please… open your eyes.”I shook her gently, my hand cupping her cheek. Her skin was warm. Too warm. Not from fever—but from the power that had just poured out of her like a storm. I could still feel the heat from the silver flames in the air around us. The grass where the man had fallen was bla

Liam’s POVKat was still unconscious.Hours had gone by since they moved her into the private room, but to me, it felt like days. The ticking clock on the wall mocked me with every second that passed. I sat in the same spot beside her bed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, hands clenched so tightly they had started to ache. I couldn’t remember the last time I blinked, let alone the last time I stood up or even drank water.The soft beeping from the machines was the only sound in the room besides the steady hum of the heater blowing from the ceiling vent. The air smelled like antiseptic and faint lavender—the kind of smell that lingered in hospitals. The kind of smell I remembered from the day Lana died.I shook that thought away and looked at Kat.She looked so small in that hospital bed, the white blankets pulled up to her chest. Her long dark lashes lay like little shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing so light and quiet that I found myself le