บททั้งหมดของ Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Liam’s POVI was midway through a briefing with Rowan and two of the senior warriors when the door to my office flew open without so much as a knock.Caroline stormed in.The room went dead silent.Her eyes were sharp, blazing with barely restrained fury, her posture rigid in a way I hadn’t seen since we were much younger, since the days she used to argue strategy with our Father, the late Alpha like she had every right to.I didn’t hesitate.“Out,” I ordered coolly, my voice leaving no room for argument.Rowan glanced between us once, clearly sensing the tension, then motioned for the others to follow him. Within seconds, the door closed behind them, leaving Caroline and me alone.I leaned back against my desk, studying her carefully. “You’re here earlier than I expected,” I said, trying for lightness. “How’s Daniel? Settling you in already?”She ignored the question entirely.Instead, she folded her arms over her chest and took a step closer to my desk. “Before you say anything else

Marilyn’s POV The morning light was soft and pale when Caroline and I left the dining hall, a small tray balanced between us with fresh bread, still warm, and a jug of milk. Something about the quiet felt heavier than usual, as if the pack itself was holding its breath. Neither of us spoke as we walked down the hallway. Annabelle’s door came into view far too quickly. I knocked gently and pushed it open before she could answer. Annabelle sat on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest, fingers worrying at the edge of the blanket. When she looked up and saw us, her shoulders tensed then relaxed when her eyes met mine. Caroline froze just inside the doorway. I felt it beside me, the sharp intake of her breath, the way her posture shifted. Bewilderment flickered across her face, quickly followed by something deeper. Pity. Annabelle was small. Smaller than she looked wrapped in hospital sheets. Her frame was slight, almost fragile, like the world had taken too much from her too

Liam’s POVWhen Annabelle said she was ready, I studied her carefully.She was pale, yes. Frightened. But there was something steadier in her eyes now. Something hardened by memory.“I can lead you there,” she said quietly. “They won’t expect anything tonight.”I didn’t like it.I didn’t like involving her. I didn’t like the risk. But this was our only real lead.“You stay behind,” I told Marilyn immediately.Her chin lifted. “No.”“Marilyn please not today.”“I’m going,” she said firmly. “If she breaks down out there, I’m the only one she’ll listen to.”I opened my mouth to argue, but I already knew she was right.After a long, tense pause, I nodded. “You don’t leave my sight.”Three armored SUVs rolled into the courtyard shortly after dusk. The trackers loaded in silently, weapons checked, faces grim. Helena stepped into the first van with the advance team. Rowan remained beside me, Annabelle, and Marilyn as we waited for the final vehicle.When it arrived, we climbed in.Annabelle

Marilyn’s POVI didn’t sleep. Even after the shower. Even after Liam held me until the shaking stopped.The images wouldn’t leave. When I closed my eyes, I saw them again.The girls.Their wrists bound. Their faces pale. The stillness.I lay beside Liam, staring at the ceiling long after his breathing turned steady. His arm rested over my waist, heavy and warm, grounding.But my mind wouldn’t quiet.By dawn, I slipped from the bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake him.The pack house was quieter at that hour. Early risers moved through the corridors softly, omegas preparing breakfast, guards changing shifts.I made my way to Annabelle’s room. The door was slightly open.I knocked gently. No response.I pushed it wider.She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the window.Her eyes lifted slowly when she saw me.There was no crying now.That almost scared me more.I stepped inside and closed the door.“Did you sleep?” I asked softly.She shook her head.“Me neither.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling. Selene had said too much… and yet not enough.The rest of the day passed in a blur of quiet meetings and controlled conversations, but her words echoed in my mind.“The rogues were tipped off. The betrayer is inside Blood Moon.”She hadn’t said it casually. She had known. And that meant she knew more than she admitted.That night, I went to see Annabelle.She was sitting by the window again, sunlight fading into dusk outside her room. She looked stronger than before, but there was still a fragility about her. Like glass that had been cracked but not shattered.“Can I sit?” I asked softly.She nodded.I sat beside her and hesitated only a moment before speaking. “Some spoke to me yesterday. Her name is Selene.”Annabelle’s brows lifted slightly. “Selene?”“She said the rogues were tipped off,” I continued. “She said the betrayer is inside Blood Moon.”Annabelle grew still.“She didn’t say how she knew,” I added. “But she knew.”Annabelle’s fingers tightene