All Chapters of Married For Love, Claimed By Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kiki———My phone buzzed, and before I could even say hello, Tia’s voice blasted through like a trumpet.“Kiki, oh my Goddess, you are going to die.”I groaned, pressing the phone against my shoulder. “If this is about that guy at your gym again, I’m already dead.”“Not him, girl! I’m serious this time.”“You always say that.”“No, like serious serious. You might want to sit down.”“I’m already lying down.”“Good,” she said. “You’ll need the floor for this one.”“Tia,” I warned, “I swear if you tell me you joined another pyramid scheme—”“Girl, shut up and listen.” Her voice suddenly dropped, soft, almost shaking. “Remember that blood test you did last week at the clinic?”“Yeah?” I said, cautious now. “You told me it was routine.”“Well… routine came back with a surprise.”My stomach twisted. “What kind of surprise?”“The crying-over-your-man, craving-spicy-noodles-at-2-a.m. kind of surprise.”I sat up. “Tia. What are you saying?”She didn’t answer right away. I could hear her breath

Kiki ——— “Whose voice was that? I froze, then leaned closer to the door. If something was happening in there, I was going to hear every word.” Dan’s office smelled faintly of pine, smoke, and him. My chest tightened just breathing it in. I pressed myself closer to the door, my heart hammering. Inside, voices drifted out low, careful… but sharp enough to cut through my skin. “Mother,” Dan said, his tone patient, almost pleading. “Kiki has done nothing wrong. She—” “Oh, don’t start, Daniel,” Esa snapped, voice silk hiding daggers. “She isn’t your fated mate. She doesn’t even know our ways. She’s… barren.” My stomach dropped so hard I thought I’d collapse. Barren? She said it like it was a fact, like it had nothing to do with love, nothing to do with years of building a life together. My hand went to my belly instinctively. “She hasn’t gotten pregnant, Dan,” Esa continued, her tone warm suddenly “If she never gives you an heir, you’ll be left with nothing. Think careful

Kiki —- The words echoed like a bad TV rerun I’d seen a thousand times before. “Don’t you remember? The night we returned, in the forest, when everyone was celebrating? You were drunk and came into my tent. We slept together, and you marked me.” Then she showed it… the mark. That stupid, glowing bite on her neck. My husband’s mark. To think I didn’t even have his mark… yet another woman now does… this~~ all this is fucking shitty. For a second, I thought maybe I’d stepped into one of those ridiculous W******l stories where the heroine catches her man with his “fated” lover. The kind where the next line is something painfully predictable like “You’re just a chosen mate, she’s my destiny.” I stared at her, then at him, waiting for someone to shout Cut! so I could wake up. But no. This was my life. My tragedy written by some lazy goddess who apparently loved clichés. I let out a dry laugh, the kind that hurts more than it heals. “Wow. Drunk, huh? That’s convenient.” Dan didn’t sa

Kiki —- I didn’t see the need to prove myself innocent to anyone. Not Dan. Not his mother. Not this pack that loved drama more than truth. What was the point? There was nothing left to save. Because that man… that man standing in that hospital room, doubting me, believing his mother over me… That was not my Dan. My Dan had sense. My Dan thought before he spoke. My Dan would never look at me with suspicion. My Dan would never treat me like an inconvenience he needed to sweep aside. So whatever bond snapped inside him when he marked Rita, whatever spark or goddess-kissed bullshit rewired his head… it wasn’t my problem anymore. Two full days passed. Two long, quiet, heavy days. Days of trying to breathe with a chest that felt crushed. Days of lying in that hospital bed staring at the ceiling, trying not to picture small hands and little feet and soft cries that would never come. I wasn’t healing. I was surviving. Barely. But today… the person my sister

LUCA —- The last thing I ever planned for today was seeing my mate again, the one I had waited my entire damn life for, standing in the arms of another man. And not just any man. Her husband. The supposed Alpha who was squeezing her waist like she belonged to him. My wolf was already losing it in the back of my head, pacing and snarling like someone had shoved a knife into his spine. I could feel him pushing against my control, begging me to tear Daniel’s hand off her and claim what was ours. But I knew better. I knew I needed to breathe and stay grounded because if I snapped here, in front of these elders, I could destroy more than a room. Her eyes were what got me first. God. The second our gazes locked, it felt like something inside me clicked into place, like every piece of myself that had ever felt too sharp or too empty suddenly found its match. She looked at me with this mix of confusion and fire, like she felt it too but had no idea what to do with it. And watching Dan ho