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.

bullets are banned in the werewolf world. Those who wanted Landon dead couldn't

Instead, she brought him to the medical lab at Falindale University. Navigating the lab with practiced

opened a cabinet, pulled on a surgical

handle the pain. With a pair of scissors, she carefully cut away Landon's blood-soaked shirt. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart-one wrong

with a jolt of pain

glaring at the

extent

live, don't move, she snapped, uninterested

only a single groan as the scalpel cut

the procedure,

until the bullet was removed that

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scalpel. Typical of a Nightshade Pick alpha to endure

without anesthesia.