All Chapters of Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liam’s POVWhite and BlackThe trail returned at the riverbank.I stopped so abruptly that Rowan nearly crashed into my back. Mud clung to the edge of the water, disturbed in a way that made my wolf snap to attention.“Here,” I said, crouching.Footprints. Small, bare, and uneven.Female.My chest tightened.“She crossed here,” Rowan said quietly, kneeling beside me. “See how she stepped wide? She was tired.”I dragged in a breath, nostrils flaring. Her scent was faint but unmistakable now,washed thin by water, fear, and exhaustion, but still hers. It wrapped around my senses like a ghost.“She doubled back upstream,” I said. “Smart.”Rowan nodded. “She didn’t want to be followed.”“She didn’t want to be found,” I corrected, my voice rough.We followed slowly, carefully, moving with the wind. Every snapped twig felt too loud. Every shadow made my heart stutter.Then Rowan froze.“There.”I saw it a second later.A low shrub at the edge of a clearing. Ferns bent unnaturally. The ground

Liam’s POV The elders summoned me before sunset. I knew they would. The moment Marilyn had been brought into the pack house injured, exhausted, and alive,the balance shifted. Nothing ever stayed quiet in a pack for long, especially when the word “mate” hovered unspoken in every corridor. I entered the council chamber alone. Stone walls rose high around the circular room, torches flickering softly as the elders sat in their carved seats. Their eyes followed me as I stepped forward, assessing, judging, weighing every breath I took. “Alpha Liam,” Elder Jonah began, folding his hands over his staff. “We hear the girl has returned.” I didn’t correct him. “Yes,” I said simply. “She is here.” A murmur rippled through the room. “Against our advice,” another elder added sharply. “You were instructed to let her go.” “I did,” I replied calmly. “She was taken by rogues. I retrieved her.” Silence fell. “That was… unfortunate,” Elder Maura said slowly. “But it does not change our plan

Marilyn’s POV The corset pulled tight around my waist, stealing my breath just a little. “Hold still,” the omega murmured, fingers quick and practiced as she tightened the final strap of the long beige dress. The fabric was soft, elegant, nothing like what I wore in the city. It flowed down to my ankles, hugging my body in a way that felt both unfamiliar and… exposing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. Aunt Agnes had left early that morning. Her words still echoed in my head. “If you can’t cope, Marilyn, come back to the city. Don’t lose yourself trying to fit into a world that won’t bend. And don’t try to run from it either.” I swallowed, my chest tight. “Done,” the omega said quietly, stepping back. Before I could thank her, a low chuckle sounded from the doorway. My heart jumped. I turned. Liam leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes dark and intent. Judging by the way his gaze lingered, he had been standing there longer than I

Marilyn’s POV The next day came too quickly. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the pack house, painting the stone hallways in gold. I walked beside Liam, my steps slow, my thoughts louder than my footsteps. Everything felt different now, heavier, clearer, and more real. People bowed as we passed. Some smiled. Some stared. I tried not to flinch. Just as we turned down the east hallway, a sharp voice cut through the quiet. “Luna!” I stopped and So did Liam. I turned to see Selene standing near one of the pillars, dressed in pale blue, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She looked calm on the surface, but her eyes were anything but calm. There was something tight in her expression, something forced. Liam’s body went rigid beside me. “Selene,” he said coolly. She inclined her head toward him before turning her gaze back to me. “May I speak with you? Alone.” My first instinct was to say no. Liam felt it immediately. His hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding

Marilyn’s POV A week passed. It surprised me how quickly the pack settled into a rhythm again, as if chaos and fear had never brushed its edges. The patrols returned to normal. Laughter slowly crept back into the halls. Even the air felt lighter. And somehow, without realizing it, I began to belong. I learned names. I helped in the kitchens one morning and in the healing room another afternoon. I listened more than I spoke, watched how the pack moved together like one body. The fear I once carried softened into caution, then into something almost like comfort. Liam noticed. “You handled that well,” he told me one evening after I helped calm a disagreement between two younger wolves. His voice held quiet pride. That praise warmed me more than it should have. That night, the dining hall was full. The long tables were crowded with pack members sharing food and stories. The fire crackled warmly, and for once, I wasn’t shrinking under curious stares. Smiles met me instead. Nods of