บททั้งหมดของ Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Marilyn’s POV The next morning, I woke up before the alarm not from rest, but from that faint, gentle warmth blooming in my chest. The voice I’d heard last night hovered at the edge of my consciousness, soft as a breath.I’m here…The memory tightened my throat. Even now, she was quiet again. But not gone.I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the comfort sink in. Then I forced myself up, washed my face, tied my hair, and stepped into the living room.Caroline was already awake ,sprawled across the couch, clearly asleep there from the night before. Her hair was a tangle of waves, a thin blanket draped over her. She blinked awake the second my footstep squeaked.“You didn’t sleep much,” she mumbled.“Neither did you.”She pushed her hair back, assessing me with half-open eyes. Then she sat up abruptly. “Oh my God. You look… different. Better?”I hesitated. “I think… I heard her. Last night.”Caroline’s eyes widened at once. “Heard her? Really? Like a voice?”I nodd

Marilyn’s POV Caroline paced the length of the living room like she was seconds away from ripping the rug apart. She was looking impatient and restless, completely opposite to Aunt Agnes’s steady calm. I sat between them on the couch, hands folded in my lap, avoiding both their gazes. For the hundredth time, Caroline stopped, spun toward me and said sharply, “It’s taking too long.” I flinched even though she wasn’t angry at me but just frustrated at the situation. Her dark hair whipped over her shoulder as she exhaled hard. “Caro…” I murmured. “It’s only been a few days.” “Exactly,” she snapped. “A few days and nothing has changed. No shift, no partial shift, no wolf voice that makes sense. Marilyn, this is not normal anymore.” Aunt Agnes gave her a warning look. “Caroline. She’s trying.” Caroline ran both hands through her hair. “I know she is, but ugh!” She turned to me again. “Marilyn, you should be shifting by now. Even just a paw, or eyes changing color, or something. You

Cordelia guided me into a deeper room, one even more saturated with moonlight and incense. The walls had drawings of wolves carved into the stone, pulsing like they had their own heartbeat. Aunt Agnes followed close behind, her presence steady and comforting. But something was wrong. My chest tightened. My breathing hitched. Then a tug so sharp it made me grip the doorway to steady myself. “Are you alright?” Agnes asked quickly. “N… no.” My voice broke. “Something’s happening.” Cordelia didn’t move to help me. Instead, she observed me with calm, piercing eyes, the eyes of someone who understood exactly what was happening. My knees buckled and I dropped to a cushion on the floor. The bond was pulling harder than ever. A cord stretching between my ribs and somewhere far, far away. I gasped as heat rolled through me in waves. “Cordelia , please it hurts.” “It should.” Her voice was controlled, serious. Though not cruel but absolute. “W–why?” I cried. She approached slowly, k

Marilyn’s POVThe house was quiet enough that I could hear the humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Aunt Agnes and I had just finished cleaning up the herbs Cordelia gave us, and Caroline was flipping through a book she borrowed from the library, muttering under her breath about ancient wolves and awakenings.But even in the silence, something felt wrong.My chest ached with the same restless tug I’d felt earlier,only now it was sharper, more insistent, almost panicked.Caroline glanced up from her book. “You okay? You look pale.”“I’m fine,” I lied, pressing a hand against my ribs. “Just tired.”But the tug grew stronger, closer, hotter.My wolf lifted her head inside me, ears perked.“He’s coming.”A chill raced down my spine. “What?who?”I didn’t have time to get an answer.A knock slammed against the front door,hard, loud, shaking the frame.Aunt Agnes froze instantly. I’d never seen her look frightened,not truly frightened,until that moment.Caroline frowned. “Who the hell

Marilyn POVThe house felt too small to contain the pounding of my heart.Each step toward the front door felt like walking through water,slow, thick, heavy with something powerful building in my chest. By the time I reached the handle, the warmth inside me had grown into something bright and unbearably tender, a soft ache of longing that wasn’t entirely mine.“Mate,” my wolf whispered, not a command this time, but a quiet, awe-struck realization.I opened the door.Cold night air brushed my skin, carrying with it the familiar scent of pine and earth… and something else. Something warm and wild and painfully beloved.Liam.He knelt in the yard, shoulders shaking, Rowan on one side, Helena on the other. The moonlight washed over him, turning the tension in his body almost silver. He looked like a warrior brought to his knees by something far greater than battle.I stepped outside.The moment my foot touched the porch, he stilled as if the world itself had paused, breath held.And insid