All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“What type of grown-up discussion are they even having?” Linda muttered under her breath, folding her arms tightly against her chest. Her voice was low but carried a bite, frustration bleeding into every syllable. She had been waiting outside long enough for the night air to feel heavy, pressing down on her shoulders like a weight. Her patience thinned with every passing second, every tick of silence from the building behind her. She shifted her weight, tapping her foot against the ground, the sharp rhythm echoing her irritation. Her eyes rolled toward the closed door, as if sheer willpower alone could force it to open. Finally, the door creaked open, and Rhunar stepped out. His expression was unreadable, calm—almost too calm. His posture was loose, his face set in a mask that gave nothing away. “Okeydoke,” he said casually, brushing past her like nothing had happened. “Let’s go.” Linda’s jaw dropped. Her arms uncrossed in disbelief, falling limply at her sides before she snapped

Fenrik’s voice cut through the quiet of the living room as he spoke into his phone, his tone clipped, all business. His laptop sat open in front of him, the blue glow washing over his sharp features. His fingers moved across the keyboard quickly, tapping out something before he shifted the phone closer to his ear. He didn’t bother glancing up. Across from him, Lya scrolled on her phone, her thumb moving lazily over the screen. The dim light reflected in her eyes as she stared down, expression blank. She didn’t look up, not even once. The silence between the siblings was familiar, almost routine. It was broken only by the sound of Fenrik’s steady voice, each sentence short, efficient, before he ended the call and made another. The door swung open. Rhunar stepped inside, his presence filling the space like he owned it. Linda trailed behind him, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She greeted politely, her voice smooth, while Rhunar simply gave a half nod. He dropped onto the

“Agatha is a lycan,” Lya said flatly, her eyes never leaving the glow of her phone. Rhunar froze, his hand tightening on the couch cushion. “What do you mean?” His voice carried a sharp edge, but he forced his face into one of false surprise, tilting his head slightly as if her words had caught him off guard. Lya didn’t even glance up, her thumbs moving lazily across the screen. “I just said it to fill you in on today’s details. So you won’t be the only one left out.” Rhunar let out a long breath through his nose, his chest rising and falling with a calmness he didn’t feel. His heart was hammering hard, so loud he thought she might hear it if she looked too close. “Thank you for the info,” he said smoothly, his voice polite, measured. But something about the way she finally looked up unsettled him. Her gaze lingered longer than it should have, studying him like she was trying to peel away his skin and see what was underneath. Her brows drew together slightly, as though she were s

Marcus pushed open the door and stepped into his room. The dim glow from the bedside lamp was the only light in the space, casting long shadows across the walls. His eyes moved to the bed almost immediately, and there she was—Arraya, curled up and breathing evenly, lost in sleep. For a moment, the cold mask he always wore slipped without him realizing it. His jaw relaxed. The hard line of his mouth softened. He just stood there, staring at her chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. The faintest of smiles tugged at his lips, uninvited, almost unwilling. He didn’t even notice it was there, as if the sight of her sleeping so peacefully reached something deep inside him, something buried, something he never wanted anyone to see. He walked quietly to the edge of the bed and lowered himself to sit on her side. His weight pressed lightly into the mattress, but she didn’t stir. Her hair was scattered across her cheek, strands covering half her face. She looked so small like that, so fragile.

“Yes, Dad. Everything is fine. I promise,” Linda said quickly, clutching the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. Her voice worked hard to sound steady, but her hand trembled against her ear. “We’re all okay. You don’t need to worry about me, okay?” She sat at the edge of her bed, her back stiff, shoulders pulled tight as if bracing against the weight of his worry spilling through the line. The thin bedsheet crumpled beneath her as she shifted, her bare toes curling against the cool floor. “You just have to take care of yourself,” she added softly, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. “And take care of Landon. Wash him every day if you take him for a drive. And don’t… don’t go into the woods.” Her words cracked at the end, slipping out like something fragile she couldn’t quite hold together. She squeezed her eyes shut, picturing him in their small kitchen back home—graying hair uncombed, weary eyes shadowed with sleepless nights, his big, calloused hands gripping the