All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Agatha POV“Alright, everyone! Welcome to Fenrik’s Training Center! I’m Fenrik — your coach, teacher, trainer, mentor, whatever you want to call me,” Fenrik announced loudly, standing in the middle of the grassy field behind the pack house, his hands on his hips and that smug grin glued to his face.I crossed my arms and mumbled under my breath, Here we go…“What about… Professor Fenrik?” Linda asked sweetly from where she sat beside me on the ground.“No. No, no, no! Don’t call me professor,” Fenrik shot back immediately, waving his hand like the very word offended him. “That makes me sound old. Look at me — do I look old to you?”“Well,” Ryan cut in with a teasing smile, “you do look pretty experienced. How old are you anyway?”I couldn’t stop myself — I scoffed, leaning back on my hands. “Experienced in what? He doesn’t know a thing,” I said in my best mockery voice.Fenrik’s piercing eyes flicked straight to me, sharp and glittering like he was enjoying the challenge. “Oh, I know

Agatha's POV For a whole week now, the only thing Fenrik had made us do was run endless laps, squats, and jumping jacks until my legs screamed. Honestly, it felt like we were training for a sports competition, not learning how to connect with our wolves.I groaned, laying my cheek flat on the desk in pack college, my arms dangling uselessly. “Guys… I don’t think I’m coming with you today,” I muttered, my voice muffled by the wood.Ryan glanced at me, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “Training is every day. You skip a day, you pay the penalty,” he said matter-of-factly.Linda rolled her eyes. “Why? Says who?”Ryan puffed up his chest, looking proud. “Because I said so. Didn’t you see the other day? I ran so fast I couldn’t even stop! That’s progress!”I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. “And how exactly is that helping me connect to my wolf? Because last time I checked, all I felt was pain in my thighs and a strong hatred for Fenrik.”Ryan just shrugged, grinn

Fenrik — POV “And that’s my couch. Get up,” I said flatly, standing in front of her. Lya looked up at me, lounging with her legs crossed like she owned the place. She didn’t even budge. “What’s your problem?” she snapped, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at my face. I caught it midair, unfazed. “I don’t have a problem, girl. You do. If you don’t want me breathing down your neck, then stay out of my way. When I’m here, find yourself another corner. And don’t touch my favorite things—especially this chair.” She snorted and rolled her eyes as I sat and picked up my controller, eyes back on the screen. “Your favorite things? You really think anything in this house belongs to you? News flash—your own father disowned you,” she hissed. I didn’t even look at her. “Doesn’t matter,” I said coolly, thumbs moving on the controller. “This is still my house. No one—no one—kicks me out. Not even him.” For a moment, there was silence. Then her lips curved into a mocking smirk. “Yo

Third Person POV “348… 349… 350!” Ryan’s voice rang out, full of amusement. He grinned at the two Alpha brothers sprawled on the grass, both gasping for breath, their shirts clinging to their sweaty chests. “What’s wrong? Are the mighty Alpha brothers tired already?” he teased, folding his arms. Fenrik rolled onto his back, still breathing hard, and waved him off. “No. Just… taking… a tiny… little break,” he panted. “Yeah,” Rhunar muttered beside him, equally winded. Linda crouched nearby with a sly smile. “So neither of you could go past 350 push-ups? Wow. I thought Alpha blood made you two stronger.” Her tone dripped with mockery. Fenrik lifted his head and squinted at her. “Why don’t you come down here and try it yourself? What did you even reach — what number?” Linda smirked. “I was going to hit 100 before you both decided to show off and hog the field.” Rhunar pushed himself up to sit and wiped his hands on his shorts. “Show off? No, no. We were showing you how it’s d

Fenrik’s POV “Wow. Didn’t know you were actually a good teacher,” Lyra’s voice drawled behind me. I glanced over and saw her sprawled on the living room couch, two male wolves massaging her shoulders like she was some spoiled queen. I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “You should’ve come to the field, sweetheart. Then you’d really see how good I am at teaching.” But the more I watched her sitting there—alone in the house while everyone else had been outside—the more uneasy I felt. Could she have been the one who attacked Agatha? Before I could stop myself, my wolf surged forward. In a flash, I was across the room, one hand gripping her neck and lifting her halfway off the couch. Her eyes widened in shock, and the two wolves bolted out of the room without a word. “Where were you this afternoon?” I growled, my wolf’s red glow flashing in her terrified eyes. “What—what are you doing?” she gasped, clawing at my hand. “Answer me! Where were you?” I barked again, tightening m