Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

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r 610 The Ceremony Approaches

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The reorganization of Yalvaria’s Frost pack was finally complete. A new leadership council had submitted its reform plan to the International Wolf Alliance, while the Yalvaria parliament, disgraced for shielding traitors, was under full investigation. Several long–standing lawmakers had already resigned in shame.

That evening, after finishing her shift at the medical organization, Tessa’s phone lit up. Landon’s video call came through.

On the screen, he stood upon the terrace of what had once been Frost pack’s castle, now claimed as Nightshade territory. Behind him, a thousand stars glittered over the night sky. His eyes shone with something even brighter–expectation.

“It’s done,” he said, his voice steady yet tinged with joy. “Everything here is wrapped up. Our bonding ceremony… it can finally begin.”

for this moment–to stand with Tessa before their people, to seal their fate as destined mates, and to brand his alpha’s mark on her neck so that all

lips curving as her fingertip brushed across

voice softened, threaded with a smile though his tone was grave. “Nathaniel has coordinated the ceremony. The venue is set atop Nightshade’s sacred mountain, and the Alliance elders have confirmed

his eyes. “Good. Then

Her fingertip traced his face in the picture. The summer night breeze drifted in through the lab window, carrying warmth, as though she could already smell the grass and flowers that would blanket

later, Landon returned

parliament inquiry were left in Hudson and Cameron’s hands, their teams. staying behind to ensure Frost pack’s restructuring held firm. Landon, freed from those chains, poured himself wholly into the preparations for the grand

of bonding ceremonies across generations of alphas, debating

of the sacred mountain, bonfires had been burning for seven nights straight. According to ancient rite, the flames purified the ground before any vow could be spoken. Each dawn, Nathaniel and the elders recited prayers, their voices echoing

own hands. He

of the elders, and at last, the twilight exchange of marks. Each step was written on parchment with meticulous

but laugh softly. “Isn’t it a bit too much? It’s just

The Ceremony