All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Fenrik… are you okay?” Agatha whispered, her voice unsteady as she watched him stand there, chest heaving, his hands clenching at his sides.He didn’t answer at first. His breaths came heavier, harsher. Then suddenly — as if his control snapped — he shoved her back.She stumbled, crashing into her bedside table, knocking the lamp to the floor with a sharp crack. Pain shot through her hip where she hit the wood, but she barely noticed.Her eyes stayed locked on him.The man in front of her was changing — his usual teasing blue eyes glowing deep crimson now, his body trembling, his jaw tight as a feral growl rolled from his throat.“Leave, Agatha,” he ground out, his voice breaking, guttural. “Before I hurt you. I can’t… control it. Please. Go.”But she shook her head, breathing hard herself. “I can’t leave you, Fenrik.”His head snapped toward her, his eyes blazing, his lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth as his growl deepened.“Leave!” he roared, his voice not entirely human

The air around the pack college was thick with energy. Everywhere, young wolves bustled about, carrying banners, stringing lights, dragging chairs, and hauling wooden beams to the center field. The next full moon was only a day away — the sacred night when young wolves would shift for the first time, learning to control their wolves and defend their pack lands.At the far end of the field, Linda, Agatha, and Ryan worked quietly, their hands busy with the lowliest of tasks: decorating.Ryan climbed a wobbly ladder, muttering as he screwed in the last string of glowing white bulbs. “We did this last year, and now again this year,” he said through clenched teeth. Sweat dampened the back of his neck, and the smell of fresh-cut grass clung to his shoes.Linda stood below, steadying the ladder with one hand while smoothing out a crimson velvet cloth across the stage with the other. She tossed her hair back and shot Ryan a teasing smile. “I’m sure next year will be better. We’re going to ran

The car hummed softly under Fenrik’s hands as he gripped the steering wheel, his gaze on the winding road ahead. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, dancing on the dashboard, while laughter filled the small space around them. Agatha sat in the front passenger seat, her arms crossed over her chest, though a faint smile played at her lips. In the backseat, Ryan and Linda were doubled over with laughter, nearly breathless as they recounted the events at the pack school field. “And then—” Linda tried to speak but had to stop, covering her mouth to stifle another laugh. She wiped at her eyes and shook her head before continuing. “And then Pete… oh moon goddess… he actually tried to crawl away! Like some wounded little pup!” Ryan puffed his chest and grinned wide, obviously proud of himself. He leaned forward between the two front seats, eager to share the details himself. “I didn’t just beat him,” Ryan said, his voice full of excitement. “I trashed him. He barely landed a hit! At

The sound of laughter and giggles filled the pack house living room like sunlight streaming through a window. Ryan and Fenrik sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the big screen, their hands gripping controllers, their eyes glued to the game. On the couch behind them, Linda clutched a pillow to her chest, her cheeks already flushed from laughing so hard. “Ryan! Ryan, you’re supposed to dodge the fireball!” Linda howled, nearly falling sideways. “I am dodging!” Ryan protested, his thumb mashing the joystick frantically. “The controller is just—ugh—broken!” Fenrik barked out a laugh, his wolfish grin lighting up the room. “Oh, don’t blame the controller. You’re just slow, little pup.” “Hey!” Ryan shot him a playful glare. “Let’s see if you can beat this boss without me carrying you.” Fenrik’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “I don’t need carrying. Watch and learn.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he maneuvered through the digital battlefield like a pre

“What?!”Linda’s voice cracked through the heavy silence, her hands trembling at her sides. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she blinked back sudden tears.“No,” she said again, her voice breaking completely this time. She whipped her head toward Fenrik, her eyes searching his face desperately. “That’s not true. Tell me it’s not true.”But Fenrik didn’t lift his eyes.He stood there, motionless, his head bowed, hands shoved into his pockets as though burying himself in regret.When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, quiet — yet deafening.“…Yes,” he admitted.Linda let out a strangled sound somewhere between a sob and a gasp, stepping back like his words had struck her.Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, and for a moment she just stared at him — eyes wide, tears brimming — before spinning on her heel and storming toward the door.“Linda—”Fenrik’s voice broke as he lunged forward after her.She didn’t stop.He followed her into the night, the cool air hitting his skin like p