Chapter 11

Third Person POV

“The wind is blowing in my mind, something tells me I might die... hmm hmm…”

Fenrik sang loudly, his fingers tapping the steering wheel to the beat. His voice filled the car like it was a concert hall.

Agatha sat beside him, eyes squinting at her book, trying to read the same sentence for the third time. Her jaw clenched.

“Seriously, Fenrik. Will you keep it down?” she said, not even looking up from her notes.

“No, omega,” he said with a grin. “My car, my rules. And this—this is my favorite song. You gotta let it flow through your soul.” He kept humming even louder, clearly enjoying himself.

Agatha sighed deeply. “Do you even realize how uncomfortable I am right now? I have an exam in less than twenty minutes, and here you are—driving like we’ve got all day, blasting this… emotional disaster of a song.”

Fenrik raised an eyebrow. “Emotional disaster?” he asked with mock offense. “You clearly have no taste.”

“Fenrik Vale, stop this childish behavior!” she snapped, finally shutting her book. “I’m trying to study, and you’re not helping.”

She reached for the stereo to turn the volume down herself.

“Hey hey hey—don’t touch my baby like that!” Fenrik said quickly, grabbing her hand gently to stop her.

Then he smirked and turned the volume down himself.

“See? I can be reasonable,” he said, glancing sideways at her.

Agatha leaned back in her seat, letting out a breath. “Thank you. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Maybe when I’m not in this car, you can go back to torturing your speakers with your weird taste in music.”

Fenrik chuckled and gave a smug little smirk. “Admit it—you like having me drive you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather walk barefoot across hot coals.”

But her lips twitched.

And Fenrik saw it.

That small smile she tried to hide. The one she pretended wasn’t there.

He didn’t say a word, but the smirk stayed on his face.

As he drove, the music played low in the background, and his side-glances grew more frequent. He kept looking at her—not long enough to get caught, but enough that it felt like something was on his mind.

Agatha noticed.

“What is it, Fenrik?” she said, eyes still on her book. “If you keep staring at me like that, we’re both going to end up in a ditch.”

Fenrik cleared his throat. “Umm… is our bet still on?”

She didn’t even lift her eyes. “Yes, it’s still on.”

“But…” he hesitated, his fingers tightening slightly on the wheel. “There’s going to be a wedding. Doesn’t that mean—?”

Agatha flipped the page of her notebook. “He hasn’t rejected me for the second time yet. He’s only engaged, not married. So the game is still on.”

Fenrik scoffed softly, shaking his head. “Really? After everything? He keeps pushing you away every chance he gets. And you’re still going to fight for his love?”

His voice wasn’t teasing anymore. It was low… almost tired.

Agatha finally looked up, her eyes calm but firm. “Rhunar always has a reason for doing things. I know he’s going through a lot. But once he settles down, he’ll come looking for me again. Just like he always does.”

Her words sliced through Fenrik like a blade.

He didn’t speak right away.

His jaw clenched as he kept his eyes on the road. His grip on the wheel tightened until his knuckles turned pale.

She didn’t see it.

She didn’t notice the storm in his chest every time she mentioned Rhunar’s name with hope in her voice.

If only she knew how much it killed him—how much it hurt—watching her wait for someone who didn’t even bother to show up when she needed him most.

He swallowed hard and continued driving, trying to keep his eyes on the road instead of the girl beside him who was dreaming about another man.

“So,” he said after a pause, his voice light but hiding something heavy beneath, “if the wedding happens… that’s it? You give up your dream of being with your prince charming?”

Agatha didn’t even hesitate. “The wedding will never happen. I’m sure of it.”

Fenrik blinked, stealing a glance at her. “Wait—what? Are you… planning to ruin the wedding or something?”

She smiled, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Not just me. You’re in the plan too.”

“What?” he frowned. “How?”

“Well,” she said, leaning back in her seat like she was already living in the fantasy, “if the bride doesn’t show up at the wedding, there’s no wedding. Rhunar would be heartbroken, and then he’d finally realize I’m the one. We’ll be together… happily ever after.”

Fenrik stared at her like she’d grown two heads. “Wait, wait—hold on. Are you trying to kill Lya? Because if that’s the plan, I mean… I’m in, but I doubt your prince charming will be impressed.”

Agatha gasped. “Goodness, no! I’m not a killer, Fenrik! What is wrong with your brain?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay then, explain how exactly the bride just… doesn’t show up? Lya Farron’s biggest dream is to become Luna. And as far as I know, as long as Rhunar’s next in line, she’s glued to his side.”

Agatha’s smile widened. “That’s where you come in.”

Fenrik blinked again. “Me?”

“Yes,” she said, turning to him with bright eyes. “You want your rights back, right? You want to challenge for Alpha? I’ll help you win. Once you become the next Alpha-to-be, Lya’s going to run straight to you instead. She’s power-hungry. That’ll ruin the wedding, and Rhunar will finally see the truth—and choose me.”

Fenrik pulled up in front of the Pack’s college, slowly bringing the car to a stop. But he didn’t move.

He just stared at her.

Not at her face.

Not even at her smile.

But at the girl he fell in love with… wondering if he ever really knew her at all.

“…You’re unbelievable,” he whispered.

And yet, even as he said it, his heart ached a little more.

Because despite everything,

he still couldn’t stop loving her.