All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The midday sun cast soft golden rays over the pack school, but the warmth in the air did nothing to ease Agatha’s nerves. She walked through the crowded hallway, eyes scanning for one person—Linda. Her friend had been avoiding her for days now, and Agatha couldn’t take the silence any longer.She spotted Linda standing by her locker. With a deep breath, Agatha hurried over."Linda, please, can we talk?" she asked, her voice gentle.Linda barely glanced at her. "I have to go," she muttered, turning away.Agatha reached for her arm, but Linda pulled it back sharply and walked off without another word. The rejection stung like a slap.Before Agatha could gather her thoughts, she collided into someone. Papers scattered to the floor."Can’t shift, and now you can’t even walk straight?" came the cold, familiar voice of Professor Dale.Agatha bent quickly to gather the papers. "I’m sorry, sir."Dale narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. "You should be sorry for yourself," he snapped. "Didn’t

Agatha stood in the middle of her room, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the boy in front of her. "How did you even get inside the house?" she asked, her voice sharp. "My mom’s not around, and the door was locked." Rhunar leaned against the wall beside her window, arms folded across his chest. "I came through the window," he said casually. "I wanted to talk to you." She didn’t answer at first. She sat down on the edge of her bed and began removing her shoes slowly, one after the other. Then she looked up at him, her face unreadable. "Talk about what?" Rhunar paused. He didn’t move from where he stood, but his fingers tightened slightly around his arms. "In just three weeks…" His voice cracked slightly, but he caught himself. "You slept with my brother." Agatha blinked at him. Her face stayed calm, but her lips curled in a bitter smirk. "So that’s what this is about," she said, her voice low. Rhunar’s eyes flashed. He took a step closer. "He’s the bad one, Agatha! An

Agatha tightened her blue shawl around her shoulders as she stepped out of the house, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The streetlights flickered dimly, casting long shadows on the quiet road that led to the pack college. Tonight was the Awakening Ceremony—a grand tradition that marked the beginning of a young werewolf’s transformation journey. Though Agatha had yet to find her wolf, she wanted to be there. It was something she had waited her whole life for, even if it wasn’t her night. Her mother’s words echoed in her head: “Even if you don’t have your wolf yet, never stop loving yourself.” Agatha had smiled then. But now, her steps slowed, her fingers clenched tightly around the small purse she carried.She glanced over her shoulder.Someone was following her. She was sure of it.At first, she thought it was just her nerves. But every time she passed under a streetlamp, she heard a faint shuffle behind her. A crunch of gravel. A movement too controlled to be the wind.H

The night sky glowed softly with stars, and the moon, full and bright, hung like a spotlight over the field. Music thumped from tall speakers, filling the air with pulsing beats that made the ground feel alive. All around the field, students danced and drank, laughter blending with the rhythm. This wasn’t just any party. It was the Awakening Ceremony—the biggest night of the year for the werewolf campus. Girls in flowing blue dresses spun in circles, their gowns catching the moonlight like waves. Boys in crisp white suits moved through the crowd, their outfits shining under the party lights. Some couples kissed under trees or giggled in hidden corners, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Tradition called for blue and white, a symbol of peace, unity, and power. There was something magical in the air—something wild and ancient. Beneath the music, under the laughter, was a steady thrum of energy that pulsed through the field like a second heartbeat. It was as though the very ground was

Agatha's POVI don’t know how to explain it, but something feels wrong. The air around me is too still. Even with the music playing, the laughter, and the cheering of wolves around the field, I can feel it. Someone is watching me. My skin itches with the feeling. My gut twists, an invisible hand squeezing my lungs. My eyes sweep the crowd, but all I see are faces I recognize—students, pack members, some drunk, others dancing, some just standing and talking. Still, the feeling doesn’t leave. It crawls under my skin like a thousand ants. I try to shake it off and focus on the stage where Professor Dale stands with a proud look on his face. He raises his hand, and silence falls almost instantly. That man always gets everyone's attention, even when he doesn’t try. His voice carries in the air, deep and commanding, layered with power and calm. "Welcome, new wolves," he says, his eyes scanning the group in front of him like a general before battle. I watch the younger students on stage