Semua Bab Married For Love, Claimed By Fate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LUCA—-I still cannot believe she actually tried to reject me.Reject me.The thought circles my head like a blade that refuses to dull. I am the Alpha King and yet she looked at me with fire in her eyes and said my name like it was something she could walk away from. Like I was optional. Like fate itself could be argued with if you spoke loudly enough and stood your ground.What the fuck.I walked her back to her room because anything else would have ended badly. I could feel it in my bones. My control was stretched thin and if I stayed near her any longer I would either beg or break something. Possibly both. Neither option would end with her staying.The way she looked at me when she said she hated the goddess did something ugly to my chest. Not anger. Not pride. Fear. The kind that makes a man reckless.So I did the only thing I knew how to do before losing control and doing something that would make Kiki hate me enough to actually finish that rejection next time.I went to the tr

KIKI—-Rejecting him felt like the only thing I still had control over.It was the one decision that belonged to me. The one line I could draw and say this far and no further. I opened my mouth ready to say it again properly this time but Luca did not let me finish. He kissed me like the words offended him. Like my rejection was something he could silence with his mouth.And it worked.I hate that it worked.The kiss was not gentle. It was not sweet or patient. It was claiming. Demanding. The kind of kiss that steals air and leaves your thoughts scattered on the floor. I had to shut my mouth because my body betrayed me and leaned into him before my brain could catch up.Now what.Now I am back in this room staring at walls that feel closer than before and angrier at myself than I am at him.I hate this room.I hate how quiet it is. I hate how it smells like nothing. I hate how everything here reminds me that I am trapped in a life I did not choose with a man who looks at me like I al

LUCA——Okay. I need to be honest with myself for exactly one second.She was fucking beautiful in that silver dress.Not just beautiful like pretty or attractive or nice to look at. No. Beautiful in the way that hits you in the chest without warning and knocks all the air out of your lungs. The kind that makes you forget what you were about to say and why you were pretending to be calm in the first place.I was not expecting it to mess with my head like that.I chose the right dress. That much was clear. It hugged her in all the places I pretended not to notice and moved when she moved like it was loyal to her body alone. For a moment I just stood there looking at her like an idiot and thanking every instinct I had ever trusted.Then she opened her mouth.And reminded me exactly who I was dealing with.Getting her to the date felt like walking beside a loaded weapon that could go off emotionally at any second. I tried to tease her. Tried to make her smile. Tried to lighten the mood t

LUCA—“I am almost on my way,” I whisper yelled the second I picked up the call, my voice low and tight like I was trying to hold my chest together with sound alone.Losing Stella already felt unreal. Like my mind had stepped away to protect itself and left my body to deal with the damage. And now the damn phone would not stop ringing. Every vibration felt like another piece of bad news lining up to finish the job.“Luca,” Kingsley said, and I did not like the tone of his voice. Not one bit. “We have more bad news.”I stopped walking.“What news could possibly be worse than what you just told me,” I snapped, anger bleeding through because I could not afford fear right now. “Stop dancing around it and say it.”There was a pause on the line. Too long.“The former Luna is dead,” he said carefully. “She collapsed when she heard about Stella.”My breath punched out of my lungs.“Heavens,” I muttered. “Who told her. Was it you. And are you absolutely certain she is dead.”“Yes,” Kingsley r

LUCA —— I have fought wars. I have buried warriors. I have stood in rooms full of blood and loss and still walked out breathing. But driving back to the pack house with Kiki crying beside me felt like the most brutal thing I had ever survived. I kept my eyes on the road because the moment I looked at her properly I knew I would lose control, and control was the only thing standing between us and complete collapse. Her pain sat in the car like a living thing. Loud and suffocating. Every sob felt like it punched straight through my ribs and lodged itself in my lungs. I told myself one thing over and over again. Do not fall apart. Not yet. She curled into herself like she was trying to disappear, arms wrapped tight around her middle, shoulders shaking, breath broken. She looked smaller than I had ever seen her, and the bond reacted violently to that. My wolf slammed against my chest, furious and panicked and ready to tear the world apart for hurting what was mine. I forced