All Chapters of Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marilyn’s POV The coronation came too fast. One moment I was still trying to understand what it meant to belong here, and the next, the pack house buzzed with preparation, voices echoing through the halls, the air thick with anticipation. Aunt Agnes had arrived early that morning. Seeing her standing near the window of the alpha’s chamber, dressed simply but elegantly, made my chest ache. She caught my eye and smiled softly, pride and worry mixed together. In the center of the room, Caroline was practically vibrating with excitement. “Stand still,” she ordered, tugging gently at the corset strings of my dress. “If you pass out during the ceremony because you can’t breathe, Liam will never forgive me.” “I’m not going to pass out,” I muttered, staring at my reflection. The dress was beautiful, flowing, pale, almost glowing against my skin. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Caroline kept talking, words spilling out nonstop. “Do you know how many she-wolves would k

Liam’s POV I stood in my office, phone pressed to my ear, staring out the tall window that overlooked the pack grounds. “Yes,” I said curtly. “Double the patrols along the eastern ridge. I don’t care how quiet it’s been.” My gaze drifted downward, and my breath stalled. A line of pack members was moving slowly toward the pack house. They weren’t walking like patrols. They were marching. Low, sorrowful songs carried through the air, the kind sung only in grief. At the center of them was a body, wrapped carefully in white cloth, carried on broad shoulders. My grip tightened around the phone. “I’ll call you back,” I said, cutting the line without waiting for a response. I hadn’t even fully processed what I was seeing when the office door burst open. “Alpha Liam,” Helena said, breathless. “The pack members, they’re approaching the pack house. They’re carrying a body.” “I see it,” I replied, already moving. We didn’t waste time. I strode out of the office and down t

Marilyn’s POV By noon, the weight of the morning finally caught up with me. I excused myself from Caroline and retreated to the bedroom, my head pounding softly. I changed into looser, more comfortable clothes and slipped beneath the covers, letting the softness of the bed pull me under. I was just drifting when a sound tugged me back. Water. Running water. I frowned, eyes still heavy. Did I leave the tap on? Liam had been busy all morning, surely he wasn’t back yet. With a sigh, I pushed myself up and padded toward the bathroom, barely awake, intent on turning it off. The moment I stepped inside, my breath caught. Liam stood under the shower. Water streamed down his body, soap still clinging to his skin, tracing lines over muscle and skin in a way that made my mind blank. Steam filled the room, and the scent of him clean, warm, unmistakably Liam, wrapped around me instantly. Something else mesmerized me. That huge thing in between his legs. I was still a virgin no doubt, b

Marilyn’s POV The morning air was crisp, filled with the sounds of paws hitting dirt and voices barking commands. Rowan had come to whisk Liam away before dawn, leaving me to myself. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the pups stumble through their drills, some too eager, some barely keeping balance. Their laughter and complaints made me smile despite myself. “Focus,” Helena said gently, her hand closing around my wrist. Before I could react, she pulled me a few steps away from the pups and toward a quieter stretch of the field. “I want to train you,” she said simply. I blinked, then laughed lightly. “Me? Helena, I grew up in the city. I never felt the need to train. Gyms, sure, but this?” I gestured vaguely at the grounds. She only smiled. “That’s exactly why. As a Luna, you should be strong and confident.” She stepped back and demonstrated a simple stance, feet grounded, shoulders squared, weight balanced. Her movements were fluid, confident, like her bod

Marilyn’s POV Caroline had gone to the dining hall earlier than me. She claimed she wanted to “set the stage,” which was her polite way of saying she needed to make sure Selene would actually show up. I paced the room while waiting, nerves buzzing under my skin. When Liam finally returned, we walked to the dining hall together. The moment we stepped inside, the familiar hush rippled through the room before conversation slowly resumed. Long tables were already filling up, and the scent of food made my stomach twist with both hunger and nerves. Dinner was served soon after. Pork ribs glazed dark and rich, mashed potatoes piled generously beside crisp salad greens. Normally, I would’ve enjoyed it. Tonight, I barely tasted anything. Caroline caught my eye from across the hall and subtly nodded. She leaned closer when I passed her table, whispering quickly, “Far right. Selene’s there. With her shadows.” I followed her gaze. Selene sat exactly where Caroline said, flanked by her