Chapter 2 The Alpha’s Shadowed Fate

But a But as she pedaled, her bike didn’t move.

Turning back, she saw Landon gripping the rear seat, bus striking eyes filled with frustration despite the late hour.

“Something else?”

“Thank you,” he said softly before collapsing to the ground.

“F*ck.” Tessa muttered, staring at the elegant man now unconscious on the pavement. Finally, she sighed and crouched down to inspect his injuries.

His body was riddled with jagged knife wounds and clay marks from werewolves, though none were fatal The worst injury was a gunshot near his heart–a silver buller designed specifically to kill werewolves. If it had been one millimeter closer to his heart, he would have been beyond saving.

Poisoned and unable to use his werewolf healing abilities, Landon looked utterly battered and broken.

After examining his injuries, Tessa let out a long breath, Guess I have no choice.

Resigned, she lifted him onto the back of her bike and pedaled out of the alley.

world. Those who wanted Landon

taking him to a

case, she switched on the lights and placed

a cabinet, pulled on a surgical gown, and donned

anesthesia was available, but he was

scissors, she carefully cut away Landon’s blood–soaked shirt. The bullet was dangerously close

scalpel and began extracting

hardened alpha, Landon awoke with a jolt of pain

doing?” he growled, glaring at the girl operating

up mid–surgery. Still, considering the extent of his injuries, it

live, don’t

his teeth, letting out only a single groan as the scalpel cut deeper. For the

wasn’t until the bullet was removed that he finally

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The

scalpel. Typical of a Nightshade Pick alpha

without anesthesia.

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