All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 snappe

Agatha’s POVI let out a long breath as I wrote the last answer on my paper. My fingers hurt because I had been writing too fast. But thank Goodness, I finished just in time. For once, nothing went wrong—no fainting, no wolf fights, and no drama.Well… except for one thing.Professor Dale had been staring at me the whole time like he wanted to burn a hole through my paper. His eyes felt heavy on me, like a bird watching its food. It made me very uncomfortable.I got up slowly, holding my answer sheet like it was something precious, and walked to his desk. He didn’t look at me at first. His red pen was busy moving on another student’s paper. But I could feel it coming. That moment.“You know,” he said quietly, still not looking at me, “having both Alpha brothers hanging around you doesn’t change your level.”There it was.He finally looked up at me. His eyes were cold. Not curious—just full of judgment.“You’re still just an omega, Miss Morrow,” he said in a low, sharp voice. “First, y

Agatha’s POV “Okay, Fenrik, you can come with us,” I finally said. I couldn’t believe I just agreed. Linda had talked me into this whole thing. “Nice!” Fenrik smirked as he walked over to his car. “Ice cream’s on me, so pick whatever you want. Treat’s mine.” “Okay, boss, let’s go get some ice cream!” Ryan cheered. “Boss?!” Linda and I said at the same time, both turning to stare at him. Since when did Ryan start calling Fenrik that? “Hey! I brought my own car,” Linda said, holding up her car keys proudly. But Ryan was already jumping into Fenrik’s car, grinning like a kid on holiday. “Sorry, guys. I’m riding with him,” Ryan said as he settled in the passenger seat. “Why don’t you just leave your car here and come with me?” Fenrik called out to us from the driver’s seat, looking way too smug. “No way. We’re taking Linda’s car,” I said quickly, grabbing Linda’s arm and trying to drag her away. But somehow… Somehow we all still ended up in Fenrik’s car. … “So, your fri

Fenrik’s POV “Today was amazing, boss! I can't believe we spent the whole day eating ice cream,” Ryan said, grinning from the passenger seat as I drove.“Amazing, right? I got fed by Agatha.” I smiled wide as I said it. “That moment alone made my whole day.”“Yes, that was the cutest thing ever,” he chuckled and pulled out his phone. “I even took a picture of her feeding you, boss.”“When did you take the picture?” I asked, a little curious as I glanced at his phone.He showed it to me.Agatha—leaning forward, holding the spoon with that soft pout on her lips. Her face looked so sweet and serious at the same time. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Even in a damn photo, she made my heart skip.Beautiful.Dangerously beautiful.“Give me the photo,” I said, clearing my throat to sound more serious. “Then delete it from your phone.”“No, boss! I want to post it on PackGram. This picture is going to be the top post of the week!”Before he could eve

Agatha’s POV What… what is this? Just yesterday, we were eating ice cream. Laughing in the sun like normal wolves. Trying to be happy. And now? Now I was shaking. My hands trembled as I held my phone. The screen was bright, but my eyes didn’t want to look. My chest felt tight like something heavy was pressing down on me. It was the video. Rikky. Covered in blood. His body… torn apart. Fenrik was standing over him. Cold. Still. Like he didn’t care. I felt sick. My wolf inside me whimpered. She was scared. I was scared too. “Linda,” I whispered, my voice soft and shaky. “Did this really happen yesterday?” She sat beside me, her arms crossed and her jaw tight. “Yes, Agatha. It’s real. The video is all over Packgram. It already has over a thousand views.” I blinked hard. No. No, this can’t be real. Fenrik… did this? My fingers squeezed the phone. I hadn’t even noticed—my claws were out. Stress made them grow without me knowing. I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest was ris