All Chapters of Marked By Fate: The Alpha Who Loved Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Katrina’s POVThis was the same girl who used to glare at me in the hallway, like I had done something wrong just by breathing near her. The same girl who made sure I heard every awful thing she said—loud enough for it to sting, but quiet enough to pretend it wasn’t on purpose. She told others I was weak. Said I didn’t belong here. Called me names that still echoed in my head when I lay in bed at night, trying not to cry.People like that don’t just change overnight.I stared down at my plate. My eggs were cold now, but I kept eating anyway. Slowly. One bite at a time. Not because I was hungry, but because it gave me something to do. Something to focus on so I wouldn’t say the wrong thing. Something to stop me from exploding.Angie stayed sitting there for a few more minutes. Maybe she was waiting for me to say something. Maybe she thought I’d hug her or thank her for her fake little apology. But I stayed quiet. I didn’t give her the reaction she wanted.Eventually, she stood up. I saw

Katrina’s POVSlowly, I slid out from under Angie’s bed, careful not to knock anything over or make noise. My arms felt like jelly, and my legs were cramped and sore. I had stayed curled up in that tight space for too long. My shirt clung to my back with sweat, and dust clung to every inch of my clothes like I’d rolled around in flour. I coughed once, quietly, and tried not to breathe too deep.I stood up and brushed myself off with shaky hands. The dust was stuck everywhere—on my jeans, in my hair, even in the creases of my elbows. I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve and walked back over to the drawer where I found the diary. I picked it up gently, hands trembling, and smoothed the cover. Then I carefully placed it right where it had been before, trying to remember the exact angle so nothing looked out of place.Before leaving, I took a step toward her mirror. I leaned close and checked my reflection. My face was flushed, my cheeks streaked faintly with dirt, and my braid had

Katrina’s POVEvening came slowly, like the sun didn’t want to leave the sky. The light outside had turned soft and golden, bleeding into pinks and purples as the day faded into night. I stood near my bedroom window, staring at the sky, my small bag already packed and waiting by the bed.I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what Red Moon would be like. But Iwould at least find the answers I was looking for. A soft knock sounded on the door, then it creaked open slowly.Liam stepped inside.He looked calm. His eyes scanned the room before settling on me.“You ready?” he asked, his voice low and steady.I nodded and reached for my bag, but he crossed the room in a few strides and took it from my hand. His fingers brushed mine for the briefest second. They were warm. Solid. And my heart did a tiny flip.“Thanks,” I whispered, trying not to sound nervous.He nodded, then turned and walked toward the door. I followed him out of the room, glancing around the hallway one last time. I

Katrina’s POVWe arrived at Red Moon Pack when it was already dark.The ride had been quiet for the last few minutes no more music, just the gentle sound of the tires against the road and the trees whispering as we drove by. I was leaning against the window, half asleep, when I felt the car begin to slow down. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, blinking out into the night.The pack border came into view, marked by two tall stone pillars with lanterns on top. The warm, flickering light made the woods around us glow in a golden haze. There were warriors standing by the gate, dressed in dark uniforms. One of them stepped forward defensively as we pulled up but the moment he saw Liam, his stance relaxed, and he gave a respectful nod.Liam rolled down his window. “Hello.”“Welcome, Alpha Liam” the guard said, bowing his head. “Alpha Raymond is expecting you.”The gate creaked open, and we drove through slowly.As soon as we crossed the border, I felt it a shift in the air. Like we had entered so

Katrina’s POVMy heart did a small, surprised leap.It was… beautiful.Not grand or huge like in the movies, but soft and warm and full of magic in its own quiet way. The room smelled like old pages and polished wood, with just a faint hint of something floral—maybe from an old perfume someone had once spilled on a page.The shelves were tall and packed from end to end with books. Some books were old, their covers worn and faded, while others looked newer, their titles shiny and bold. The way the shelves reached up to the ceiling made the room feel bigger than it really was, and the soft yellow light coming from the little lamps made everything look golden.There were big armchairs in the corners, the kind that looked like you could sink into them and stay there for hours. Some had folded blankets draped over the back. There were little tables too, with stacks of books left behind like someone had been here earlier and had only stepped away for a moment.“This is one of my favorite pl