All Chapters of Married For Love, Claimed By Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luca—-All I wanted to do in that moment was drag her out of this room and pin her against the nearest wall, and lose every ounce of control I had left because the way she stood there, calm but deadly, eyes sharp and full of fire, it did something to me that I wasn’t even ready to admit out loud.She wasn’t the same woman I brought into my pack weeks ago.She was broken but dangerous.And goddess help me, I wanted her even more because of it.‘Get your mind out of the gutter man’ my wolf muttered, clearly irritated, and I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to focus because this was not the time to get distracted, not when the truth was finally sitting right in front of me, tied down and breathing.“They have a boss,” Kiki said, her voice cutting clean through the tension in the room as she turned to look at me.Her eyes locked with mine, steady and sure, and I could see it clearly now.She wasn’t guessing.She knew.And that alone made my chest tighten, not just because of what it

Kiki—-I don’t know when the anger stopped being something I was trying to control and turned into something I wanted to feel.Standing there, staring at Dan, listening to the lies rolling out of his mouth while his thoughts told a completely different story, something inside me just… snapped into place, and for the first time since everything started, I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t confused, I wasn’t even hurt the way I used to be.I was furious.And the craziest part was that I liked it.The idea of hurting him, of making him feel even a fraction of what I felt when I lost everything, when I lost my babies, my sister, my mother, my home, it made something dark and satisfied curl inside my chest, and I didn’t fight it.I embraced it.My eyes dropped to the table beside me, and that was when I saw a knife just sitting there like it had been waiting for me, clean, sharp, reflecting the cold light in the room, and without thinking twice, I reached for it, my fingers wrapping around the handle

Luca—-“Wait firecracker… she’s not his mate? How is that even possible?” I asked, stopping right there in the hallway because what she just said didn’t make any sense and at the same time it made too much sense, and I hated that feeling because it meant we had been looking at everything the wrong way from the start.Kiki didn’t hesitate.She turned to face me fully, her eyes sharp, focused in a way that told me she wasn’t guessing, she wasn’t assuming, she was sure, and that alone was enough to make my chest tighten because if she was right, then this whole thing was bigger than we thought.“Her thoughts are messy,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, “but towards the end… it hinted that she was planted on his side for the grand plan.”Planted.That word alone sent something cold down my spine.Not a coincidence.Not love.Not fate.A setup.I ran my hand through my hair, pacing a little because standing still suddenly felt impossible, my mind already moving faster than m

Kiki—-The silence between us felt… steady, like we had finally stopped dancing around each other and decided to stand still and actually see what was in front of us.And that scared me a little.Because the more real this became, the harder it would be to walk away if everything crashed.But I wasn’t running anymore.Not from him.Not from this.Not from anything.So I took a breath, steadying myself, my fingers still loosely wrapped around his, feeling that quiet spark sitting between us like it had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to fully wake up.“Luca,” I started, my voice softer than I expected, but still firm enough to hold weight, “since we are now being honest with each other…”He didn’t interrupt.Didn’t joke.Didn’t deflect.He just looked at me.Focused.That alone told me this mattered.“Do you have a wife and a child?” I asked.Straight.Because I was done guessing. Done building stories in my head. Done letting half-truths control how I felt.If we

Kiki —- Something felt off. Not the normal kind of off where you just feel uneasy and brush it aside. This one sat deep in my chest, heavy, like my wolf was pacing in circles with no clear direction and that alone was enough to tell me something was wrong. I was in my room but I couldn’t stay still. I had tried. Tried sitting. Tried lying down. Tried distracting myself by going over everything we just figured out, the fake child, Jackie, the planted mate, the mastermind behind everything, but none of it worked because the feeling refused to go away. It only got worse. “You feel that too, right?” I asked in my head, already knowing the answer. My wolf didn’t respond immediately. That was not normal. She always had something to say, even when I didn’t ask. “Kiki…” she finally said, but her voice sounded different this time, lower, alert in a way I had never heard before. “What is it?” I asked, my heart rate picking up without permission. She paused again.