Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 2 The Alpha's Shadowed Fate

But a But as she pedaled, her bike didn't move.

Turning back, she saw Landon gripping the rear seat, bus striking eyes filled with frustration despite the late hour.

"Something else?"

"Thank you," he said softly before collapsing to the ground.

"F*ck." Tessa muttered, staring at the elegant man now unconscious on the pavement. Finally, she sighed and crouched down to inspect his injuries.

His body was riddled with jagged knife wounds and clay marks from werewolves, though none were fatal The worst injury was a gunshot near his heart-a silver buller designed specifically to kill werewolves. If it had been one millimeter closer to his heart, he would have been beyond saving.

Poisoned and unable to use his werewolf healing abilities, Landon looked utterly battered and broken.

After examining his injuries, Tessa let out a long breath, Guess I have no choice. Resigned, she lifted him onto the back of her bike and pedaled out of the alley.

Landon dead couldn't be ordinary werewolves. They're likely

to the medical lab at Falindale University. Navigating the lab with practiced case, she switched on the lights and placed Landon on a

opened a cabinet, pulled on a

available, but he was unconscious. He can handle the pain. With a pair of scissors, she carefully cut away Landon's blood-soaked shirt. The

awoke with a jolt of pain as the blade

glaring at the girl operating on

considering the extent of his injuries, it would've been

you want to live, don't move, she snapped,

his teeth, letting out only a single groan as

of the procedure, he remained stoically

bullet was removed that he

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scalpel. Typical of

without anesthesia.