All Chapters of Falling For The Alpha King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SERAPHINE’S POV The catch was going to offer herself as a sacrifice to us. What an easy plan. After my father had told me about Selena's plan, I texted Jason right away. I had my mind thinking about what to do with her. What would be the perfect torture to break the relationship between Tristian and Selena? I was sick and tired of watching these two lover birds. I always have the same feeling I have each time I want to barf anytime I see the two of them together. It should have been me. What the fuck was he doing with a bitch like her? I was lounging on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through my phone when the call came. The screen lit up with Jason’s name. My lips curled into a sly grin as I picked up the phone. I could already sense the spark of trouble before he even spoke.“Jason,” my voice was smooth, deliberate, like the purr of a cat about to pounce, “I have some interesting news.”“Are finally going to fuck me and be my wife?” He asked. I knew this would be what he consider

TRISTIAN’S POV I have been away for two days now. Memories about home filled my head, especially the one I had with Selena. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I had fallen so much in love with her that I wanted her by my side every minute and every second. I never wanted her to leave. I wished she was here with me—at least this place wouldn't be that boring anymore. I had to wake up every morning and read boring documents over and over again. This was the boring part about a leader—you will always read whether you like it or not. I was at the meeting when the sound of my phone vibrated against the polished oak desk, interrupting my train of thought. I was in the middle of drafting an important email, my mind preoccupied with logistics and budgets, when the notification lit up my screen. My hand hesitated over the keyboard. Something about the timing felt... off.Swiping the screen, I saw a text from an unknown number.Selena is not who you think she is. Curiosity piqued, I opened

TRISTIAN’S POV As Seraphine left, I sat on the cool and damp earth thinking about the whole situation. I picked up the phone and zoomed in on the pictures; Selena was just lying there like a log of wood. She wasn't even doing her part. I saw as her eyes were closed, and then it occurred to me that she might have been framed. Selena would never do anything to hurt me. I know it. She was sweet and different. She had never crossed paths with Jason. This must have been a trap just to break me and it was working. Jason got me on this one. The cool night air nipped at my skin as I paced the hallway of the pack house, my thoughts a tangled mess of guilt and frustration. I was looking for Selena. I had asked her to leave and she did. Jason’s constant threat began playing in my head. He always told me he’d make sure I suffered and tasted the pain he tasted. I knew he must have done this just to pay me back. His constant smirk every time our eyes met and the petty ways he wanted to make me

TRISTIAN’S POV It was morning and I drove straight to the Villa. I couldn't wait to put my fist on him. The morning sun spilt across the horizon, painting the villa in warm tones that did little to soften the cold fury surging through me. I drove with white-knuckled precision, each mile bringing me closer to the confrontation I’d been avoiding for too long.My younger brother had always been a thorn in my side, but this time, he had gone too far. Framing Selena—my wife, my mate—for infidelity? That was beyond rivalry. It was malicious, calculated, and unforgivable.I slammed the car door shut as I stepped out, my boots crunching against the gravel path leading to Jason’s villa. The sprawling estate was as big, a testament to Jason’s hunger for power and status. I could hear the faint sound of music playing inside, carefree and indifferent, mocking the storm brewing within me.I didn’t bother knocking. The door crashed open under my shove, and I strode inside, my footsteps echoing thr

SERAPHINE’S POV As I dropped my phone after talking to Jason, rage consumed me completely. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I smashed anything I laid my hands on. I needed to take it out on something. Smash something or scream my rage out. What does he mean by our plan failing? What was he talking about? I was mad at myself—I was mad at everything. “Is everything wrong ma’am?” A servant said as she walked in when she heard me scream. Finally, someone to take out my rage on. “How dare you walk into my room without knocking?” I commanded, my voice loud and sharp. “I—I’m sorry ma’am. I thought something had happened to you. I should have knocked,” she said, facing the ground. “You should have known better, young lady,” I said, landing a slap on her face. “Take care of this mess,” I commanded as I left the room. “What are you all looking at?” I yelled at the rest of the servants, who looked at me as I walked down the hallway. I was going crazy—Tristian was making me go crazy.