Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 592 The Silver Oath and the Silver Bullet

After meeting with Darren and settling the bonding date, Tessa threw herself back into campus life..

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Lecture halls filled with anatomical diagrams and microscopes became a quict refuge–a place where, for a moment, she could shed the burdens she’d been carrying.

Meanwhile, the new antiviral drug–after successful clinical trials–began rolling out across Montedra. Infected werewolves gradually received treatment, their fading strength returning bit by bit. The choking fear that had once haunted the streets began to lift, replaced by whispers of hope.

But the political climate told a different story. Relations between Montedra and Yalvaria had hit rock bottom.

Stephen’s arrest still sent ripples through both nations. Border tensions escalated by the day, a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Michael took the opportunity to relocate the core division of the International Werewolf Medical Association to Montedra’s capital, Navoris..

While Landon spent his days navigating high–stakes diplomacy with the Montedra Council, he had another priority taking up his heart–preparing for the “Claiming” ceremony.

In werewolf tradition, the Claiming was a vital prelude to bonding. It was the public declaration: She is my fate mate.

Unlike the soul–binding ritual of the actual bonding, the Claiming was closer to a formal human proposal. Before witnesses–tribal elders and key members of the pack–the Alpha would offer a gift marked with his own scent. In turn, he would accept her presence into his marked territory, formally welcoming her into his. domain.

face was a shard of his own wolf fang–an intimate promise that only an Alpha could give, symbolizing the

and made sure the Nightshade Pack sanctuary was perfectly prepared. It had witnessed generations of Alpha Claimings–and it was where Tessa had

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away. Equipment, lab data, medical archives–everything had to be rebuilt from the ground up. Even the personnel were divided: some loyal to Michael followed him to

desk. “Spacious, far from the political chaos downtown. The only headache is the medical equipment–we have to route imports through overseas. Yalvaria’s clamping down too

of top werewolf medics around the world. We’ll start sending invitations one by one. Not many Yalvarian elites are coming, but a few of his old contacts overseas

late into the night

rolled his shoulder with a wince, half–laughing. “Once

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seen.”

chuckled. “Focus on finishing your antibody research first.

past midnight by the time

wind nipped at the edges of the city. Samuel walked

you back,” he said. “It’s too late for you to be

Landon’s on his way.” Tessa checked her phone. “We