Falling for my bestfriend’s Alpha brother 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Marilyn’s POVI didn’t ask gently.“I’m going to see Caroline,” I said, arms crossed, already bracing myself.Liam stared at me for a long moment, jaw tight. “You just got settled. And the Crimson border is not safe.”“She’s my family,” I cut in softly. “Please.”His shoulders dropped a fraction. He exhaled, long and measured, the way he did when weighing risk against love. “Fine. But not alone. Helena goes with you. Two guards. And you’re taking the armored SUV.”I smiled before I could stop myself. “Deal.”The engine hummed low as the vehicle rolled out of the pack gates. Helena sat across from me, calm and composed, offering me a reassuring smile. The guards flanked the vehicle, quiet, and professional.As we passed the outer drive, Selene crossed the path ahead.She didn’t look back.No glare. No smirk. Just a straight spine and steady steps, as though we were strangers sharing the same road for a heartbeat. Something about it felt final. I watched her until she disappeared betwee

Marilyn’s POVThe pack hospital was quieter than I expected.Too quiet.The halls smelled faintly of herbs and antiseptic, a strange mix that settled uneasily in my chest as I walked beside the guard Liam had assigned to me. His boots echoed softly against the stone floor, and with every step, my resolve hardened.This wasn’t about duty anymore.It was about her.When we stopped in front of the ward, I caught sight of her through the partially open door.She looked so small.The girl, no she was a woman, though she couldn’t have been more than twenty lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling as though it might collapse on her at any moment. Her wounds had healed far more than I expected, thanks to pack medicine and wolf resilience, but healing skin didn’t mean a healed soul.Her eyes flicked toward the door.The moment she saw us, horror flooded her face.Her breath hitched violently.“It’s okay,” I said immediately, stepping forward slowly, keeping my hands visible. “I’m not here

Liam’s POV Marilyn finished speaking and the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. I stood near the table, both hands braced against the wood, staring down at the maps and reports scattered across it, though I saw none of them. All I could see was the image she had painted of Annabelle’s hollow eyes, her trembling hands, the fear stitched so deeply into her bones that even my name would have sent her spiraling. “This can’t continue,” I said finally, straightening. My voice came out colder than I intended. “We bring her here. To the pack house. Where she can be questioned properly.” Marilyn’s head snapped up. “No. Not yet.” The single word landed between us like a blade. “No?” I echoed, incredulous. “Marilyn, she’s the only living witness to a brutal crime. If we don’t act now…” “You’re not listening,” she cut in, stepping forward. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm, and unyielding. “She’s barely holding herself together, Liam. Dragging her here to interrogate her li

Marilyn’s POV I told myself I was doing the right thing. I repeated it in my head like a prayer as I sat on the chair beside Annabelle’s bed, watching her sleep. Her breathing was shallow but steady now, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the blanket as if even in sleep she was afraid the world might take something else from her. She needed me. That was the truth I clung to. If I left her alone, if I handed her over to strangers, even kind ones, she would shrink back into herself again. I’d seen it in her eyes. That hollow fear. The way her body stiffened at unfamiliar scents. So if that meant I was tired… If that meant Liam and I barely spoke anymore… Then that was the price. I brushed a strand of hair away from Annabelle’s forehead, careful not to wake her. She murmured softly, but didn’t stir. “You’re safe,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince, her or myself. A soft knock sounded at the door. I stiffened, glancing at Annabelle

Marilyn’s POV That afternoon, my arms ached slightly as I balanced the tray of food meant for Annabelle and me. It had become routine now, eating with her, sitting on the edge of her bed, making sure she didn’t feel alone. I didn’t mind it. If anything, it grounded me, reminded me why I was here. As I reached her door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. My heart skipped. “Annabelle?” I called, nudging the door open with my shoulder. The room was empty. Panic surged through me so fast it made me dizzy. The tray nearly slipped from my hands as I rushed fully inside, my eyes scanning the bed, the small sitting area, the window. She wasn’t there. I set the tray down roughly on the table beside the bed, my breath coming too fast. A dozen terrible thoughts flooded my mind, had she run? Had someone taken her? Had I been foolish to think she was safe just because she was under our roof? Then the bathroom door opened. Annabelle stepped out, wiping her hands on the hem of her dress. Whe