Semua Bab Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Marilyn’s POVNight had settled fully by the time the house finally grew quiet.Caroline had gone to her room hours ago, leaving me alone in the living room with nothing but my thoughts and the soft ticking of the old wall clock. I sat curled up on the couch, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the dark window like it might show me answers if I looked long enough.But all I saw was my reflection.Tired eyes.Swollen from crying. Confused.My chest still ached in a way I didn’t understand. It wasn’t panic anymore. It wasn’t anger either. It was something dull and heavy, like grief that hadn’t found a name yet.I heard soft footsteps behind me.“Marilyn?”Aunt Agnes stood at the doorway, her gray shawl wrapped around her shoulders, her hair loose around her face. She looked tired too but calm. Grounded. Like someone who had survived storms I hadn’t even imagined yet.“Can’t sleep?” she asked gently.I shook my head. “I don’t think I will tonight.”She walked over and sat beside me, close

Marilyn’s POV It started as a whisper. Not a sound, not a voice but a feeling. Low and constant. Like a thread tugging at my chest every time I tried to breathe too deeply. I woke before dawn, tangled in sheets damp with sweat, my heart pounding for no reason I could name. The city outside Aunt Agnes’s house was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt borrowed from something wilder. I pressed my palm to my chest and closed my eyes. “Go back.” The thought wasn’t mine. I sat up slowly, drawing my knees to my chest. The ache was there again. Deeper this time. Sharper. It curled in my stomach and slid up my spine like something stretching awake after a long sleep. My wolf. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t afraid. She was yearning. “No,” I whispered aloud, shaking my head. “We’re not doing this.” The pull tightened in response, like she didn’t understand the word. I slid out of bed and padded to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to look out at the empty street. Concrete.

Liam’s POVThe One They ChoseThey didn’t wait for me this time.That was how I knew something was wrong.The council chamber was already full when I arrived. The elders sat in their carved stone seats, robes neat, expressions unreadable. The room felt colder than usual, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.My wolf stirred uneasily.I took my place at the center, arms crossed over my chest.“Why was I summoned?” I asked.Elder Jonah didn’t answer right away. He glanced at the others, then nodded once, as if giving permission for something already decided.Elder Maura stood.“Alpha Liam,” she began, voice calm and rehearsed, “this council has deliberated long and carefully.”My jaw tightened.“About Marilyn?” I asked flatly.A few of them shifted.“This is about the future of the Blood Moon Pack,” Maura replied. “And your leadership.”I already knew.My wolf knew too. He pressed hard against my ribs, restless, angry.“You told me to let her go,” I said. “I did.”“And th

Liam’s POVIt hit me like a blade through the chest.I was halfway across the training grounds when my knees buckled, pain exploding so suddenly that I barely had time to breathe. My vision blurred, the world tilting violently as my wolf surged forward with a roar that shook my bones.‘Danger.’Not fear.Not longing.But danger.I dropped to one knee, one hand slamming into the dirt as I sucked in air that felt too thin to hold me upright. My heart pounded wildly, every beat echoing her name.“Marilyn.”The bond wasn’t aching anymore.It was screaming.I could feel it sharp, frantic, panicked. Like she was being ripped away, dragged somewhere dark and wrong. My wolf slammed against my skin, furious, desperate, claws itching to tear through flesh and distance alike.“Alpha!” Rowan shouted, running toward me.I didn’t answer.I staggered to my feet, ignoring the dizziness, ignoring the shocked looks from the pack around me. The air tasted wrong. My senses flared painfully, searching for

Liam’s POVWhere the Trail EndsThe forest exploded with scent. Fear, oil, metal and fresh blood.‘Hers.’My wolf tore through the undergrowth, massive paws pounding earth, rage driving every stride. The bond pulled hard,too hard like something stretched to breaking. She was close. I knew it. I could feel her terror vibrating through my bones.Then confusion. Her scent split.No. Not split but scattered in a way that I didn’t know what direction to face or go back to Scattered and torn away from me.I skidded to a halt, claws ripping deep furrows into the dirt. The air churned with overlapping smells,rogues running in different directions, panic sharp and sour.“She ran,” I growled aloud.Rowan crashed through the brush behind me. “What do you see? Anything yet?”I circled the area violently, nose to the ground. The scent was everywhere and nowhere, it was in trampled leaves, broken branches, metal scraping stone.Silver.They had used silver to restrain her. I clenched my fists so