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 dead couldn’t be ordinary werewolves. They’re likely tied to that mysterious

to a hospital.

practiced case, she switched on the lights and placed Landon on a dissection table used by

a cabinet, pulled on a surgical gown, and donned

anesthesia was available, but he was unconscious.

carefully cut away Landon’s blood–soaked shirt. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart–one wrong move, and it

scalpel and began extracting the

awoke with a jolt of pain as the blade cut near his

are you doing?” he growled, glaring at the

considering the extent of his injuries, it would’ve been more surprising if

you want to live, don’t move, she snapped,

groan as the scalpel cut deeper. For the rest

wasn’t until the bullet was removed that he finally passed out

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Wed, Apr 16

The Alpha’s

scalpel. Typical of a

without anesthesia.

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