Semua Bab Marked By Fate: The Alpha Who Loved Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Katrina’s POVWe finally pulled up in front of the bar. The neon sign above the entrance flashed in bright purple, flickering every few seconds like it was on its last leg. It spelled out “Luna’s Den,” and the glow lit up the sidewalk and made the windows shine. The music inside was already thumping, loud enough that I could feel the beat in my chest even from outside.We climbed out of the car. Ariana held onto my hand as we walked toward the entrance. Her grip was warm and steady, like she could tell I was nervous. I hadn’t been out like this in so long—not since before everything changed.Inside, the air was heavy with perfume, sweat, and the faint scent of alcohol. The lights were dim, except for the colored strobes flashing red, blue, and green across the dance floor. The music was so loud it made my head buzz, but somehow it still felt… exciting.There were people everywhere—some grinding on the dance floor, others laughing and drinking at the bar. A few sat at high tables tucke

Katrina's POVI stared at him. “Yes,” I said. “Today’s my birthday. Ariana and Blake wanted to do something fun. I didn’t have anyone else to celebrate with, so we came here.”He looked down at his lap for a moment, then back at me. He looked… guilty?“I didn’t know,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”I looked away, not wanting him to see the way my eyes were starting to sting. My chest felt tight, like something sharp was pressing down right in the center. I didn’t want to cry in front of him again. I’d already done enough of that. I blinked fast, trying to hold it together.“Of course you didn’t,” I said quietly, my voice a little shaky. “How would you know? You don’t even try to know anything about me. You act like I don’t exist.”I could feel his eyes on me, and when I finally looked back at him, he was already turned in his seat, facing me fully. His face was serious. His brows were drawn together, and his lips were pressed in a hard line like he wanted to say something—but I didn’t g

Katrina's POVHe was quiet for a second, and I couldn’t bring myself to look up.Then his voice came—firm and serious.“First of all,” he said, “you are not weak. I literally just watched you break some guy’s nose in the middle of a bar.”I blinked, surprised. A little laugh escaped my lips, but it was watery, full of emotions I didn’t know what to do with.“And second,” he said, his tone softening, “I don’t care that you don’t have a wolf.”That made me look up.“I care about you,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “Just… you. The way you are.”He touched my chin gently and tilted my face up toward his, like he wanted me to really hear the words he was saying. His thumb wiped a tear I hadn’t even realized had fallen.“Having a wolf doesn’t make someone strong,” he said. “You’ve already survived so much. You still smile. You still care. That’s real strength, Katrina.”My chest ached in a way that wasn’t painful, just… full. Full of so many things I didn’t have names for.I blinked up

Katrina’s POVAs I stood in the middle of a forest I didn’t recognize, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was meant to be there… even if I didn’t know how or why. The place didn’t feel scary. It felt calm. Still. Almost like the whole world had gone quiet, just holding its breath.The trees were taller than any I’d ever seen, thick trunks with twisting branches that reached far into the sky. Their leaves rustled softly, moving with the cool breeze that brushed against my skin. Above me, the moon hung full and bright, casting a silvery light over everything. It looked bigger than usual—closer somehow—and more beautiful too. Like it was watching me. Like it knew something I didn’t.I took a slow breath. The air smelled sweet, like wildflowers and dew. Everything around me shimmered just a little, like the forest had been dusted with moonlight. I didn’t feel cold or warm. I just felt… right. Like I belonged there.Then I saw her.A woman.She was standing a few feet ahead of me, her bac

Katrina’s POVI finally fell asleep again, though my mind stayed restless, full of questions and strange images—white wolves, silver fire, the woman with moonlight in her hair. But exhaustion pulled me under eventually, and the next time I opened my eyes, it was morning.Soft sunlight filtered through my bedroom curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. I blinked a few times, slowly adjusting to the light. My blanket was bunched around my waist, and I stretched my arms over my head with a small yawn. My body felt heavy but rested.There was a quiet knock on the door.I sat up quickly, brushing hair out of my face. My heart did a little flip even before I opened it, like it already knew who was on the other side.I padded barefoot across the room and pulled the door open.And there he was.Liam.He stood there in the hallway, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light pouring in from the window down the hall. His black t-shirt hugged his chest in a way that made it impossible