All Chapters of Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The party lights shimmered in the background, music thumping through the field, but Rhunar’s focus was far from the celebration. He stood stiffly beside Fenrik, his jaw clenched, fists balled tight. The moon above cast a pale glow across their faces, revealing the storm brewing between the two brothers."I hate you," Rhunar said quietly, his voice sharp enough to cut glass.Fenrik turned to look at him, unfazed by the sudden words. "Hate me or not, I’m still your brother. That’s not changing."Rhunar let out a bitter sigh and reached into his coat pocket. Slowly, he pulled out a single silver bullet, its surface gleaming coldly under the moonlight. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he pressed the bullet into Fenrik’s hand, his eyes locked on his brother’s.Fenrik stared down at the small object. The weight of it felt heavier than it looked. "What is this?"Rhunar tilted his head slightly. "Don’t be stupid. You know exactly what that is."Ryan, who had been hovering nearby, squinted

The music echoed through the large open field, vibrating with energy as students gathered for the party. Bright lights danced over the clearing, and laughter filled the air. The future leaders of the pack were all in attendance. Colorful lanterns floated in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the party. The scent of grilled meat and fresh pastries lingered on the breeze. Music thumped from massive speakers, rhythmic and wild, drawing everyone into a carefree trance. But beneath the fun, the tension was slowly building like a storm beneath calm skies. "Ryan! Pete! Ryan! Pete!" the crowd roared, circling around the two werewolves facing off at the center. Pete grinned, his shirt already tossed aside, his muscled body glinting with sweat. He cracked his neck to one side, then the other, his smirk dripping confidence. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles rippling under his skin. "Ready to bow out, pretty boy?" Ryan, calm and collected, slowly removed his jacket. His eyes never le

"How is this happening? Who are they, and why are they in pack land?" Fenrik growled, his voice rising over the chaos as his claws sliced through the neck of a lunging rogue. Blood splattered across his torn shirt and face, the scent thick and hot in the air. But he didn’t flinch. His golden eyes narrowed with fury, scanning the treeline where more shapes shifted between the darkness. Around them, the once-quiet night had erupted into a full-on battlefield. The sky was smeared with thick clouds, hiding the moon, and the trees trembled from the weight of bodies being hurled into them. Flames flickered in the distance where something—or someone—had set the woods ablaze. Rhunar slammed a massive grey wolf to the ground, its bones cracking beneath his weight. With a snarl, he twisted hard, snapping its spine. He turned to his brother, panting, his glowing blue eyes flaring like twin ice storms. "Are you talking to me? Because from where I’m standing, nothing like this happened until you

Agatha's POV Cold.It crept into my bones the moment my eyes fluttered open. I lay on a blanket of snow, my breath visible in soft, icy clouds. All around me was white—the sky pale with endless snowfall, trees frozen and stooped under the weight of frost, the horizon lost in a sea of shimmering cold. "Is this the afterlife?" I whispered, my voice brittle against the stillness. A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. “I should’ve told him… I love him too,” I said, the words catching on the edge of a sob. Tears welled up, freezing before they touched my cheeks. I pressed a hand to my heart, and it felt like shattered glass beneath my skin. A sudden movement drew my gaze. Far ahead, a flash of white darted between the trees. A wolf—pure as the snow, its eyes glowing gold. It stood watching me, still and ethereal, before turning and disappearing into the forest. “Wait!” I called, scrambling to my feet. I chased after it, snow crunching underfoot. Each step grew heavier, colder. The wind

The morning sun cast a tired, golden hue over the field. Dew clung to the blades of grass, mixing with the dried blood and ashes that whispered of last night’s tragedy. The air still trembled with the echo of howls, the scent of burnt fur, and something more… something ancient. Agatha lay limp in Fenrik’s arms, her face pale against his chest. He cradled her like she might vanish. Rhunar stood nearby, arms folded, his jaw tense, eyes shadowed with unrest. He wasn’t watching the field—he was watching her. Professor Dale stood silently near the edge of the field, back turned to them all, his shoulders hunched as though the weight of his sins had finally found him. Ryan and Pete returned from their patrol around the school, their expressions tight, hands slightly twitching from the adrenaline that hadn't yet faded. Rhunar stormed forward, breaking the tense silence. “You put the whole pack at risk,” he said, voice cold. “What do you have to say for yourself, Dale?” The professo