All Chapters of Married For Love, Claimed By Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KIKI —— He kept stepping closer and somehow managed to feel even larger than he already looked, which honestly should not have been possible considering the man was already built like the universe handcrafted him out of stubbornness and gym hours. My brain screamed to lean away because hello personal space but my body apparently forgot how to move which is understandable since am weak and plugged to a machine, so I stayed there as he closed the distance like he owned the air around us. He was too close. Way too close for comfort. Close enough that I could see the tiny scar on his eyebrow and the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheek, and I hated that it made my stomach flip because I was supposed to be grieving and traumatized and completely uninterested in anything that breathed testosterone. Before I could open my mouth and tell him to back off, he did something that short-circuited every working neuron I had left. He leaned down, real slow, like he was giving me time

LUCA——The stairs leading to the underground cells always felt colder than the rest of the packhouse, but tonight the air carried something sharper. Something foul. Fear. Blood. Rogues always stank of it, but this batch had the added stench of arrogance and stupidity mixed in. Twenty of them with unknown weapons dare to attack my pack…. They must have forgotten whose pack this is. They were Confident enough to step onto my land like they were walking into a damn grocery store.The audacity.My boots echoed through the concrete tunnel as I descended, each step grounding me, sharpening me, reminding me exactly who the hell I was.Alpha King.Leader of the strongest pack in the region.And a man in a very, very bad mood.Two guards stood at attention when I reached the bottom, their faces grim, spines locked straight.“Open it,” I ordered.The steel-reinforced door groaned as it slid aside, revealing the row of holding cells. The rogues were chained, beaten from the capture, but still b

KIKI —— I watch Stella shut the door behind her the moment she step in, and with the way she shut the door I knew right away, I was definitely in for questioning. She crossed her arms like she was preparing to interview a criminal and not her half-dead sister who could barely stand an hour ago. “Why did you get yourself discharged from the hospital in the first place when you knew your body was not strong enough.” Her voice came out tight, low, controlled, the way she only ever talked when she was worried sick and trying not to sound like our mother. “I am serious, Kiks. What possessed you. You scared the hell out of me.” I sat on my bed with so much effort with the drip still stuck on me, and I could feel my legs were already shaking again. “I told you. Tia said I was strong enough to go home. She checked everything. My heart rate. My vitals. She said I just needed rest.” “Did she said anything about your wolf surfacing hit you like a brick wall,” Stella shot back. “So how i

KIKI —- This pack house looks different from where use to be my home, it was bigger, four times bigger even. The moment I step inside I know nothing here belongs to me. Dan was already sited, so was his beloved Rita. But the Dan sited on that cushion was different from two weeks back. He looks like life chewed him up, spat him out, then stepped on him for good measure. His shoulders are slumped. His eyes land on me with something resentful in them and it makes my stomach twist because I do not understand why he looks angry. I am the one who lost my babies and betrayed. I am the one whose marriage shattered. Yet he looks like I stole something from him. Then my eyes drift to Rita. And I freeze. Her belly is showing. Not huge. Just enough to be impossible to miss. A soft round curve pressing against her dress like it has always been there. My brain stalls. Two weeks. I was gone for two damn weeks and she’s already showing, what a joke. I stare at her stomach like it m

KIKI —— I can hear my own heartbeat. It is loud. Too loud. Like it is trying to remind me that I am still here even though everything else has quietly walked away. Each thump lands in my chest and whispers the same ugly truth. I am alone. I have a sister. Yes. But she has a life. A mate. Children. Chaos that belongs to her. I know she already went back to them because that is what people do when they still have something waiting for them. I have a mother too. A mother who lives inside her own thoughts and walls and disappointments. A mother I chose Dan over. That choice still sits on my tongue bitter and heavy. This room scares me. Not in a dramatic monster under the bed way but in a slow sinking kind of terror. The kind that creeps into your bones and refuses to leave. It is too big. Too quiet. Too polished. Nothing here knows me. Nothing here belongs to me. The walls look like they were built for someone important. Someone strong. Someone who knows where she stands. I am none