Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 599 A Message in Blood

Ysabel was completely shaken.

The driver had worked for the Thorne family for over a decade, his driving steady as stone. How could there have been a crash?

She stood frozen, fingers ice–cold, until Nathaniel draped his coat over her shoulders. Only then did she jolt back to reality.

“Don’t be scared. We’re heading there now,” Nathaniel said, steady as a rock, holding her arm with reassuring calm.

Tessa grabbed Landon’s coat and quickly followed. By the time she climbed in, Landon had already swung the car around, engine roaring as they tore into the fog–drenched road.

She clenched her fists, repeating one thing over and over in her mind–Rebecca and Reginald had to be okay.

Headlights pierced the thick mist at the crash site. The flipped car was still spewing white smoke. Landon leapt from the vehicle, his alpha strength carrying him to the wreck in seconds. With bare hands, he wrenched open the crumpled door.

Tessa was right behind him. The white wolf’s instincts helped her dodge shattered glass with ease as she reached in to help the trapped Rebecca.

“Rebecca, can you move?”

“I’m fine… Help Dad first!” Blood streamed down Rebecca’s forehead, but she still shielded Reginald with her body.

With the others‘ help, they managed to pull the two of them free. Reginald’s left arm was bent at an unnatural angle, his breathing unsteady. As a former alpha, his healing ability should have surpassed most- but his age and the accumulation of old wounds had left him pale and barely conscious.

on her forehead and back. Thanks to the wolf’s accelerated healing, scabs had already begun to form. The injuries

in after them, while Tessa and

She felt the tremors he couldn’t hide. Even an alpha who faced armies without flinching was vulnerable

wolf’s aura flow through him, gently

her

his expression was calm. “Mr. Reginald has a fractured left arm. The old wounds make it more complicated, so he’ll need time to

on her own.”

the hospital room, Reginald leaned against the headboard, pale but sharp–eyed

her eyes, he patted the edge of the

599 A Message in

look. This scratch

as Nathaniel gently led her

in the hallway. Just as she turned to step

“Tessa, it’s me.”

through the speaker,

chest tightened. “What do you

day like your bonding–you

voice dropped to a deadly chill. The white wolf’s killing intent poured from her body, dimming the hallway lights

replied, his voice twisting with fanatical obsession. “You went

the phone, knuckles white. “If anything had happened to them, I