All Chapters of Marked By Fate: The Alpha Who Loved Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Katrina’s POVAriana and I walked into one of the biggest boutiques in the pack territory, and for a moment, I just stood there, frozen in the doorway. The place looked like something out of a dream. The lights were warm and golden, hanging in sparkling crystal chandeliers that made the whole shop glow. Dresses in every shade—white, silver, gold, blush, and even deep royal blue—hung neatly on racks, their fabrics glimmering softly as if they knew they were special. The faint scent of lavender mixed with the clean smell of fresh fabric, and I felt like I’d just stepped into a fairytale.Ariana’s eyes went wide too, but unlike me, she didn’t stop moving. She squeezed my arm, grinning from ear to ear.“I’m so glad you called me for this,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “We are going to find the dress. The one that makes everyone’s jaw drop.”When I had called her earlier to ask if she wanted to come dress shopping for my marking ceremony, she’d squealed so loudly I’d nearl

Katrina’s POVThe concern in his voice hit me harder than I expected. It wasn’t just a normal “are you okay?” kind of concern—it was deep, protective, the kind that made my throat tighten until it was hard to breathe. My chest ached, and it felt like all the air in the room had turned heavy. I didn’t trust my voice at first, so I just stood there, fingers curling tighter around the envelope like it was the only thing holding me together. The paper made a soft crackling noise, crumpling slightly under my trembling grip.My heartbeat was loud in my ears, an uneven thump-thump-thump that matched the shaking in my hands. My legs felt unsteady, like they might give out if I took one wrong step. For a second, I thought maybe I couldn’t do it—maybe I couldn’t tell him what was inside. But I forced myself to breathe, even though each inhale felt shallow.Slowly, almost reluctantly, I held the envelope out toward him. My voice came out rough and thin. “Liam…” I swallowed hard, trying to get th

Katrina’s POVWhile we were still lying in bed, wrapped up in the warmth of the blankets and each other, Liam shifted onto his side so he could look at me. His silver eyes were soft but still had that commanding Alpha look in them, the kind that made my heart beat a little faster.“I already sent word for a designer to come to the packhouse later today,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face with his fingers. “She’ll bring a selection of dresses for you to choose from… for the marking ceremony.”For a second, my brain froze. Then the words sank in, and I squealed so loudly I startled him. I didn’t even care—my excitement burst out of me like a flood. I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Thank you!” I laughed, my face pressed against his bare chest.His chuckle rumbled against me, and I felt it more than I heard it. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.” He leaned back a little, catching my gaze with an intensity that

Katrina’s POVI clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, my nails digging deep into my palms as I tried again to force the flames out. My chest rose and fell in quick, sharp breaths, each inhale pulling in the damp scent of moss and old bark, each exhale carrying my frustration. I pictured the silver flames in my mind—burning, wild, powerful—but when I reached for them, I felt nothing. Nothing but the silence inside me, like they were hiding from me on purpose.The longer I stood there, the heavier that silence became. It pressed down on me, mocking me, reminding me of everything I wasn’t. Finally, I snapped. The anger boiling in my chest spilled out, hot and restless. I bent down, grabbed the nearest stone I could find, and hurled it with all the strength I had.The rock flew through the air and struck something in the distance with a sharp thunk before tumbling to the ground. The sound echoed through the trees for a few seconds before everything went quiet again. Too quiet. It was al

Katrina’s POVAfter Ariana and the designer left, the lounge suddenly felt too quiet. The silence wrapped around me, making me realize how drained I was after all the dress fittings, the laughter, and of course, Ariana’s endless teasing. I leaned back against the chair and let out a sigh, pressing my hands to my warm cheeks. I couldn’t believe I had actually blushed so hard earlier.But my thoughts quickly drifted to Liam. I hadn’t seen him all day, and the ache of missing him pressed into my chest like a heavy stone. It was silly, maybe, but I had gotten so used to his presence—his voice, his touch, the way his eyes softened only when they landed on me—that being apart even for a few hours left me feeling empty. I realized then that I didn’t just want to see him. I wanted to do something for him, something small but meaningful.The idea came to me suddenly: lunch.A warm smile spread across my lips as I stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in my dress. If I made him lunch and surprised h