All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“What are we looking for, boss?” Ryan leaned closer, his voice half-lost in the loud mix of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. The casino floor pulsed with restless energy—tourists throwing dice, locals shouting at card tables, a couple pressed against the wall kissing as if they owned the night. Dealers barked orders, coins clattered, neon lights spilled harsh colors across sweat-soaked faces. The air smelled of tobacco, spilled beer, and something stale, the kind of stench that clung to skin no matter how many showers you took. It wasn’t polished like the five-star casinos Fenrik had once stepped into with clean suits and sharper lies. This was different. Raw. Messy. Alive. More like a nightclub painted with neon than a temple of wealth. People came here to forget, not to win. Fenrik didn’t glance at Ryan. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd like a wolf sniffing out prey. He moved with purpose, head turning slightly as if every laugh, every coin flip, every shift of shadow mig

“Really, guys? You’re going to be angry with me again?” Lya’s voice carried from the back seat, soft but edged with impatience. Her hands twisted in her lap, fingers brushing over the seam of her jeans as if the rough thread could hold her together. Her knee bounced against the seat in front of her, restless. “I thought I already apologized… for everything I did.” The silence in the car pressed heavier than the empty road outside. The hum of the tires filled the void, steady but suffocating. Linda kept her eyes on the road, both hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The dashboard light painted her knuckles pale and tense, the veins on her hands showing clear against her skin. She didn’t answer, didn’t even flick her gaze toward the rearview mirror. If anything, she leaned forward more, shoulders squared, like the stretch of highway demanded her whole attention. Beside her, Agatha sat with arms folded tightly across her chest. Her chin tilted high, but the sharpne

Vincent’s POV Damn it. I’m losing my fucking patience here. If this girl doesn’t drink the blood bag soon, I swear I’m going to rip every single one of them apart. That thought coils and uncoils inside my skull like a snake, hissing, striking, pressing against the thin thread of control I’m still clinging to. Pierre is already in my head, pushing, urging, his voice like claws dragging across stone. She needs to drink. Stop waiting. Stop wasting time. You know what happens if she doesn’t. My jaw aches from clenching so hard, but I don’t stop. I shift Agatha’s limp weight on my back, her body cold and unnervingly light, as if her soul has already started slipping away. Her skin brushes against mine—clammy, lifeless—and for a split second I almost believe she’s gone. But no. She can’t be. She’s the key. My way forward. I adjust my grip and march toward the car. My patience is bleeding out with every step. Then Linda’s voice slices into the air. Too sharp. Too whiny. “What

“Rhunar, what happened to you?” Linda’s voice cracked, sharp with fear, her eyes wide as she stared at him. The sight made her chest tighten—the image of Lya’s body slamming against the tree was still fresh in her mind. She had heard bones snap on impact, the groan that escaped Lya before she crumpled to the ground like a broken doll. And Rhunar… he hadn’t even lifted a finger. Not a twitch, not a step forward. He had simply looked—and it happened.Linda’s pulse thundered in her ears. She couldn’t understand it. “How did you do that?” she whispered, her voice trembling.Rhunar’s—no, Vincent’s—gaze flicked toward her, sharp and merciless, and the air between them thickened, heavier than before. There was no warmth, no recognition in his eyes. They burned with something unfamiliar. “If you don’t want to end up like her, you better not fight,” he warned, his tone low and edged with menace.His arms shifted, tightening around Agatha’s limp body. He cradled her with a strange care, as thou

“What happened to Lya?” Ryan’s voice ripped through the silence the moment he and Fenrik jumped out of the car. Their footsteps hit the dirt fast, pounding heavy with panic as they rushed toward Linda, who was kneeling helplessly beside Lya’s limp body.Ryan crouched at once, his hands trembling as he slid his arms under Lya and lifted her carefully against his chest. The sight of her slack face and motionless form made his stomach twist. His eyes, sharp with fear, darted to Linda. “Tell me—how the hell did this happen?”Fenrik stood a step behind him, his shoulders heaving, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles gleamed pale in the faint light. His voice cracked under the pressure of his rage. “Why would Vincent… why would he do this?”Linda’s throat burned as she tried to answer. Her voice broke on the first word. “His face…” She pressed her hands against her knees to keep them steady, but they shook all the same. “He looked like Rhunar’s. But it wasn’t him. It was Vincent.”Ryan’