All Chapters of Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Marilyn’s POV It was already late.The packhouse had long settled into its nighttime rhythm of quieter footsteps, lowered voices, and the distant hum of patrol shifts changing.I couldn’t sleep.Liam had fallen asleep quickly for once, exhaustion claiming him the moment his head touched the pillow. I lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling, thoughts circling like restless wolves.Annabelle’s warning and Selene’s silence.The invisible fracture spreading through Blood Moon.After a while, I slipped carefully out of bed and wrapped a robe around myself. I didn’t wake him.I needed air.The corridor lamps burned low as I walked toward the rear gardens. The night was cool, the moon high, silver light spilling over stone paths and trimmed hedges.I had barely reached the far archway when I felt it.That familiar scent of Selene.She stepped from the shadow of a column, already wrapped tightly in a dark robe as if she had been waiting or hiding.Her eyes widened slightly when she saw

Marilyn’s POV That night was the longest of my life.Liam and I lay on the same bed , though inches apart and yet it felt like miles.We didn’t speak, not a single word. The silence between us wasn’t loud.It was heavy.I could feel it pressing down on my chest. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a long time before eventually turning away from me. I could feel the tension in his breathing, even in the dark.He was not heartless, i knew that. He only believed he was protecting his pack.He believed he was doing what an Alpha must do by removing uncertainty before it poisoned the foundation.But Selene’s tears kept replaying in my mind, the way her voice broke, the way she looked at me.“I told you.”Tears slid silently down my temples into the pillow.She had been opening up bit by bit, very carefully. And now………My enemies would be smiling.Because the one wolf who overheard something that night…Was locked away.Shut up forever .I turned my head slowly. Liam had finally

Marilyn’s POV Night passed like a held breath.Liam and I lay side by side again, separated by silence.We didn’t argue. We didn’t reach for each other either.The matter of Selene sat between us like a third presence , heavy, and unavoidable. I could feel it in the way his breathing remained controlled, in the way I kept my eyes closed long after sleep had abandoned me.It was eating him too. I knew it.But there was too much happening, too many moving parts, too many threats lurking in unseen corners.This was not the time to prioritize emotions.This was the time to act.Still…..Silence can wound just as deeply as words.Morning arrived faster than I expected.The dining hall buzzed with quiet conversations, but the energy felt dimmed. Even the sunlight spilling through the tall windows seemed less warm.I sat beside Liam at the head of the table, but I wasn’t truly present.Annabelle noticed. She always did.She sat close to me, holding a scone in her hand. After a few seconds of

Liam’s POV The office had never felt this suffocating. Scrolls and reports covered my desk with patrol summaries, council notes, supply discrepancies from neighboring territories. Every piece of parchment demanded attention. I gave it none. My mind wasn’t on rogue movements or shipment routes, or the tightening borders discussed at the Alpha Council. It was on her. Marilyn my mate. The silence between us was louder than any battlefield. I leaned back in my chair and dragged a hand down my face. I had faced hostile Alphas across negotiation tables without blinking. I had stood in open challenge circles without flinching. Yet this? This quiet fracture in my own chambers unsettled me more than I cared to admit. She hadn’t argued after Caroline left. Hadn’t accused, hadn’t cried again, She had simply grown careful and looked measured. And that distance was worse than anger. A knock came at the door. “Enter.” Rowan stepped inside without ceremony, shutting the door behind h

Marilyn’s POV The training ground had become one of the few places where my mind could quiet down.The clash of wooden practice swords, the thud of boots against packed earth, and the grunts of warriors pushing their limits.It was honest work. Straightforward. No shadows hiding behind polite smiles.I stood near the edge of the field, watching the morning drills, when I noticed Annabelle hovering near the entrance of the grounds.She rarely came here.In fact, this was the first time I had seen her step onto the training field since arriving at Blood Moon.“Annabelle?” I called.She walked toward me hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.“I was just watching,” she said.“You can do more than watch.”Her brows lifted slightly. “You mean….train?”“Try.”One of the younger warriors handed her a training blade. At first, she held it uncertainly, then something changed.Her stance shifted, her shoulders lowered, and her grip tightened.The transformation was subtle, but un