All Chapters of Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Liam’s POVAnnabelle was adjusting. That alone was a victory.From the reports I received, she was eating regularly now. Speaking in full sentences. Allowing the omegas to tend to her without flinching at every touch. The haunted look in her eyes hadn’t disappeared but it no longer swallowed her whole.And because she no longer needed Marilyn at her bedside every hour…Marilyn had more time.Time that, lately, she spent either training or in my office.Not that I complained.I leaned back in my chair, scanning the stack of reports spread across my desk. Border patrol rotations. Supply inventories. Patrol inconsistencies from the eastern ridge.Rowan stood across from me, arms folded, reading over a ledger.“Three wolves missed their night rotation last week,” he muttered. “Claimed they were delayed at the southern watchpoint.”“They were reassigned,” I said absently. “I approved it.”Rowan hummed thoughtfully.The office was quiet except for the occasional rustle of parchment.But my

The days that followed were… calmer.Not peaceful. Just quieter.Annabelle continued improving. The hollowness in her face softened little by little. She no longer startled at every passing shadow. She asked questions now , small ones about the packhouse, about routines, about the wolves she saw in the corridors.It felt like watching someone slowly return from very far away.And that alone felt like a fragile victory.Then Rowan brought news.I wasn’t present in Liam’s office when it happened, but word traveled quickly among the higher ranks. Several neighboring packs had reported unfamiliar men entering their marketplaces. Buying excessive quantities of supplies like preserved meat, grain, medical herbs, blankets.Too much for a small group. Too organized to be coincidence.Hoarding.The word made my stomach twist.If they were stocking up like that…They were holding people.Many people.For the first time since the empty cabin, Liam looked satisfied.Not because of what it meant. Bu

By noon, the packhouse had settled into its usual rhythm.Warriors rotated shifts. Omegas prepared the midday meal. Messengers moved quietly between offices.For the first time that day, I needed quiet.So I went to the library.The scent of old parchment and polished wood wrapped around me like a familiar blanket. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, casting warm patterns across the long tables.Annabelle followed me eagerly.She had grown fond of the library over the past few days. Said it felt safe. Calm. Like nothing bad could reach her between the shelves.I sat at one of the large oak tables, flipping through an old territorial history book while Annabelle wandered between shelves, carefully scanning titles.“You read fast,” she observed, returning with two more books stacked carefully in her arms.I smiled. “I skim.”She placed them down gently. “These looked interesting.”“Thank you.”She lingered beside the table instead of returning to the shelves. Watching and learnin

Marilyn’s POVHis office still smelled like ink, parchment, and tension.Liam’s arms were wrapped around me, but I could still feel the weight clinging to him. It didn’t disappear just because he allowed himself to lean on me. It only softened.For a moment.I tilted my head back slightly to look at him.“Come with me,” I said softly.His brows furrowed faintly. “Where?”“For a walk.”He glanced toward the desk automatically, then toward the files waiting for him.“They’ll still be there,” I murmured.His jaw flexed.I reached up, brushing my fingers along his cheek. “You need air. Not maps.”He studied me for a second longer.Then he nodded.The night air was cool when we stepped outside.The courtyard had quieted. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting golden light across the training grounds now abandoned for the evening.We walked without guards. Without announcement.Just us.The forest beyond the packhouse was alive with soft sounds , crickets, rustling leaves, and dis

Marilyn’s POVI didn’t notice at first.That was what terrified me the most.Breakfast in the packhouse was rarely quiet anymore. Annabelle had grown used to sitting with the omegas, laughing softly, listening more than speaking , but atleast she was present and healing.That morning, I entered the dining hall expecting to see her at the far table near the windows.She wasn’t there.I paused mid-step. Maybe she overslept. Maybe she was still in her room.I forced myself to relax and took my seat.But ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.Her place remained empty.I stood.One of the omegas glanced up at me. “She hasn’t come down yet, Luna.”My chest tightened.“I’ll check on her.”I walked quickly down the corridor toward her room, knocking twice before opening the door.Empty.The bed was made. The window shut. No signs of struggle. No scent of unfamiliar wolves.Just absence.My pulse began to rise. Maybe the library. Maybe the courtyard.I checked both still…..Nothing.That was when th