Semua Bab Marked By Fate: The Alpha Who Loved Me: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Katrina’s POVI thought about all the times I’d felt weak, all the times people like Angie had made me feel like I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t going to let them be right.Twenty. Twenty-one…I bit down on my lower lip, tasting blood. My eyes burned from the effort, but I kept pushing.Twenty-nine. Thirty.When I reached the last pushup, I almost collapsed. I stayed on the ground for a second, my arms shaking under me, before I finally pushed up to my knees.“Up,” Commander Reid barked again.I pushed myself up slowly, my arms shaking like jelly. My muscles were burning, my chest was heaving, and I was covered in sweat. But I stood tall, even though I felt like falling right back down.Commander Reid gave me a sharp nod. “Partner combat next. Pair up.”I didn’t even get a chance to choose. A girl with short black hair and sharp eyes stepped forward. She looked older, maybe nineteen or twenty, and way stronge

Katrina’s POVI needed to wash the day away, wash off the fear and the doubt. I walked slowly to the bathroom and peeled off my sweaty training clothes. They clung to my skin, sticking uncomfortably. I dropped them in the laundry basket and stepped into the shower.The hot water hit my back like a blanket, and I let out a long breath. My muscles relaxed almost instantly. I leaned against the wall, letting the water run down my arms, over my face, dripping from my lashes like the tears I refused to shed.I stayed there longer than I should’ve, just standing under the spray. It was the only place where everything felt still. Quiet.Eventually, I grabbed my soap and began to wash, scrubbing every inch of my skin until I felt clean again—not just on the outside, but inside too.When I stepped out, the mirror was fogged up. I wiped it with my hand and stared at my reflection. My brown eyes looked tired. There were faint shadows under them. My hair was damp and sticking to my cheeks.But I

Katrina’s POVI smiled softly and took another bite of my chicken. The food was still warm, and the flavors filled my mouth like a cozy blanket. I felt that warm feeling again in my chest, but this time it wasn’t from nervousness. It was from comfort. From sitting across the table from Liam. From laughing. From feeling safe.He was watching me with that soft, protective look again, like he was still trying to make sure I was okay even if I said I was. After a moment, he leaned back in his chair and asked gently, “Is Angie still bothering you?”I looked up at him, chewing slowly, and then shook my head.“No,” I said after I swallowed. “She’s not bothering me.”He raised one eyebrow, like he wasn’t completely convinced.I gave him a small smile. “Really. She’s been staying out of my way lately. Ever since that dodgeball thing, she hasn’t said much to me at all.”His jaw tensed just a little, and I could see the Alpha side of him flicker in his eyes. Like if I had said yes, if I had even

I found myself running through the pack house.Everything was dark. Not just dim—but pitch black. The kind of dark that pressed against your skin, crawled into your lungs, and made it hard to breathe. I couldn’t see the walls clearly, but I could feel them, looming on either side of me like they were closing in. The hallway stretched on forever, twisting and turning in ways it never had before. My feet were bare, slapping against the cold wooden floor, and every step echoed like thunder. Each sound bounced off the walls, getting louder and louder until it felt like the house itself was screaming.I didn’t know where I was going. I just kept running. My chest burned with every breath, and my legs felt like they would give out at any second. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Because I wasn’t alone.Something was behind me.No—someone.I couldn’t see them, but I felt them. Like a shadow breathing down my neck. Like icy fingers brushing against my hair. The kind of presence that made y

Liam’s POVWaking up with Katrina beside me felt like something out of a dream. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to her soft breathing and watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her head was resting on my arm, her cheek pressed lightly against my skin. Her hair was a bit messy, strands falling over her face, but she still looked beautiful. Peaceful. Like nothing could ever hurt her.And I wanted to keep it that way.I turned slightly, just enough so I could brush a few strands of her dark hair behind her ear. My fingers moved carefully, not wanting to wake her. Her skin was warm under my touch, and she let out a soft sigh in her sleep, snuggling closer to me. My heart swelled.I still couldn’t believe she was mine. My second chance. After everything that had happened—after the pain and loss—I never thought the Moon Goddess would bless me again. But she did. And she gave me someone strong, someone fierce, someone who had been through hell but still stood