Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

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r 610 The Ceremony Approaches

Finished

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.”

Tessa before their people, to seal their fate as destined mates, and to brand his alpha’s mark on her neck so

him through the screen, her lips curving as her fingertip brushed across his

last detail.” His deep 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

at the resolve in his eyes. “Good. Then I’ll

ended, she lingered, staring at a photograph of the two of them together on her phone screen. 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

Landon returned

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,

already gathered at the castle, holding the records of bonding ceremonies across generations of

recited prayers, their voices echoing among the cliffs. From the ancient pines that crowned the mountain, ribbons of every color fluttered, and lilies of the valley–Tessa’s favorite–were laid in fresh paths along the stone–paved trails, their petals

own hands. He

every other responsibility, determined to shape this day with his combed through old manuscripts, noting every stage of the rite the dawn offering, the noon witness of the elders, and at last, the twilight exchange of marks. Each step

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

The Ceremony