Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

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.

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

abrasions on her forehead and back. Thanks to the wolf’s accelerated healing,

them, while Tessa and the others followed by car

corridor, Tessa held Landon’s icy hand. She felt the tremors he couldn’t hide. Even an alpha who faced armies

she whispered, letting the white wolf’s aura flow through him, gently soothing the storm of

squeezed her

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

on her own.”

hospital room, Reginald leaned against the headboard, pale but

eyes, he patted the edge of the bed. “What’re you crying

A Message in

than I look. This scratch

as Nathaniel

to step away, her phone buzzed. A

“Tessa, it’s me.”

voice came through the speaker, laced with a mocking

tightened. “What do

like your bonding–you didn’t invite me. So I had to send

a deadly chill. The white wolf’s killing intent