All Chapters of Falling For The Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SELENA’S POV When he talked about having a child, I had a slight ache on my chest. It was something I thought I was over. Am I being selfish? Why do I torture him? He’s trying to hide all the ache beneath him and pretend he was okay with it, I can see it. I can feel it. This wasn’t him. I laughed it off the bathroom, pretending like I didn't see the hurt he was in. How can Alpha King exist without an heir? How do I tell him that I was scared of birthing a child as weak as I ?m. I’m not even a full werewolf yet, what would I produce? How can I give him an heir without a wolf? All these thoughts filled my head. It was consuming me and causing my heart to ache slightly. My life was just a rollercoaster of emotions. One minute, I’m free and happy thinking about nothing, and another minute, I’ll feel like ripping my heart out of my chest. This was what I felt right now—a hollow ache. I can't handle my son hating me for making him a freak. My mother has her wolf, I couldn't blame her b

SERAPHINE’S POV Failure tasted bitter, and I hated it. It sat heavy on my tongue as I stared out the window of my room. The laughter from the pack members celebrating another successful hunt grated on my nerves, a cruel reminder of how everything around me seemed to be going right—except for me. Everything I wanted never worked. It made me feel like I was useless. Selena had it all. Her name alone was enough to make my blood boil. That perfect little wolf who had somehow enchanted Alpha Tristian, turning him into her loyal protector. No matter what I did, no matter how carefully I laid my plans, she always came out unscathed. Worse, she always came out stronger.I gripped the windowsill until my knuckles turned white. This time, I thought I had her. The plan had been flawless—or so I’d believed. A few carefully taken pictures, some whispered rumours and a staged moment of intimacy between Selena and Josh, who played the part. It was supposed to end with Tristian rejecting her, with

JOSH’S POV The cold, calculated hum of my office was the only sound in the room as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the phone on my desk after I had dropped the phone. I just got off the phone with Seraphine and she had this brilliant plan. My daughter, Seraphine, had been through enough. She had suffered enough because of Tristian. He had hurt her emotionally and mentally and this was the right time for him to pay back. I also needed to keep Selena distracted from her investigation with the healing lady. She’d be very worried about Tristian being with Seraphine instead of thinking about the healing lady Selena. The name alone made my blood boil. The audacity of that woman to think she could put her nose in my business made me feel a pain in my chest. She was a bitch and I’ll treat her like one. She should be lucky I hadn’t squashed her like a bug yet. I was just curious about her. I wanted to know what she thought and what her motive was about the healing lady. I wanted to

JASON’S POV I just wanted to be heard. I wanted to make Tristian feel the pain I had felt, but now I slowly became a villain without knowing. I guess rage and revenge got the last of me. Regret has a strange way of gnawing at your insides, like a parasite you can’t quite shake. Sitting in my dimly lit living room, I traced the rim of my glass with my thumb, the whiskey untouched. The silence was deafening, save for the clock ticking on the wall, each second reminding me of my failures. My thoughts circled like vultures over a carcass, picking apart every moment that had led me here, to this suffocating guilt.I used to think I had it all figured out. My brother Tristian was the golden boy, the perfect son, the one who could do no wrong. I was the shadow in his glow, the forgotten one, the mistake. At least, that’s how I justified it back then—the bitterness, the jealousy, the petty schemes. I told myself it was fair to try and knock him off his pedestal, to make him feel a fraction

JOSH’S POV I wasn’t supposed to be here. That much was clear as I crouched behind the large potted plant in the hospital’s darkened hallway, trying my best not to make a sound. My heart pounded in my chest, and the adrenaline of being caught in such a compromising situation made my thoughts scatter. But I couldn’t turn back now. I had seen something I shouldn’t have, something that tied all the pieces together—something that explained everything.I had come to the hospital late that night to see my daughter. My mind was still buzzing with questions, unable to shake the strange obsession of Selena and the death of the healing lady. It had bothered my mind for days now, and that made my hatred for Selena grow. The death had been a mystery to all except me. I made it look like a death no one would be able to explain, not even her people. It was sudden and strange that no one could make sense of it.At first, I hadn’t given much thought to her interest in the healer’s death. But when s