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Fell for the Alpha-less Queen 610

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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.”

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

lips curving as her fingertip brushed across his image.

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

his

summer night breeze drifted in through the lab window, carrying warmth, as though she could already

later, Landon

and the parliament inquiry were left in Hudson and Cameron’s hands, their teams. staying behind to ensure Frost pack’s restructuring

castle, holding the records of bonding ceremonies across generations of alphas, debating solemnly

and the elders 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

own hands. He

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.

the pages over a call, she couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Isn’t it a bit too much? It’s just us. We don’t need

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