Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 395 Pine Needle Crown Incoming

As Tessa spoke, she began mumbling to herself, still speculating. "But when I fought him, his wolf power felt like it contained spatial laws... could it be the Void Devourer Wolf from the spatial class? In battle, It can absorb an enemy's claws, weapons, and other things into the void, stripping them of their ability to attack and when it opens its mouth, it reveals a bottomless black mawlike it's connected to another dimensions

"As long as his wolf isn't from the Frost Pack, I don't care what it is," Emma replied.

Just the mention of a Frost Pack wolf made Emma think of their alpha, Nathan- that freak had caused the Tessa of the past immense pain and trauma; Emma hated him for it.

"No way," Tessa reassured her. "I didn't sense any of that cold, icy energy in his wolf power."

She quickly changed the subject. "Emina, what do you think it'll be like when your wolf meets his?"

Emma's wolf soul gave her tail a swish deep in Tessa's consciousness; her silver- white mane stirred an invisible breeze. "Maybe the moment his wolf sees me, he'll flatten his ears-kind of like when a human boy sees a girl he likes and starts fidgeting with the hem of his shirt."

what I really want to know is-when Landon, the alpha king of Montedra, realizes I'm the legendary White Wolf, the one who isn't bound by any wolf-rank hierarchy, will he be as stunned as the first time

out a soft laugh, turning over and burying her

worried Landon would react like other alphas-intimidated or threatened by her being the White Wolf. They were just excited

pup poked in a hornet's nest, rattling off more than a dozen possible first-meeting scenarios. "I'll have him chase my paw prints, cracking through the ice crust with each step. Then we'll roll around under the northern lights,

crescent-shaped mark on his heck-not a mate bond, just a White Wolf's recognition of a worthy rival. When he shakes his head, pine needles and snow will fly off

Landon covered in pine needles. "If he dares complain it looks ugly, I'll weave him a crown of pine needles and stick

going, caught

the clock again, it

my, less than 22 hours left until the day I've been

daydreaming. "I bet he'll come find me before tomorrow morning even hits. I have

a wonderful dream," Emma whispered as her wolf soul curled into a fluffy her tail gently

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