Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Fell for the Alpha-less Queen 613

Chapter 613 The Eternal Bond

Landon lowered his head toward the curve of her neck, his nose brushing gently against her skin with the tenderness of a man cradling fragile treasure.

His fangs pierced delicately, injecting the pure force of his alpha power into her veins. A golden wolf- shaped mark slowly bloomed against her skin, radiating with a warm glow.

“Your turn, my mate,” he whispered, voice husky, tilting his head to bare his gland to her.

Tessa rose on her toes. The energy of the White Wolf flowed through her fangs, seeping into his blood. An ice–blue sigil took form at his neck, weaving with the obsidian mark that had long been there, the two flowing together like a living canvas.

When both marks shone in unison, the crystal dais at the altar erupted in light. The ancient pines showered needles in a hushed cascade, as if the Wolf God from above had bent low to give them blessing.

“It is done!” The high priest struck his staff hard against the stone, voice booming. “From this day forth, Tessa is Luna of the Nightshade Pack, and with Alpha Landon she shall share both honor and burden!”

hand, his gaze sweeping across the mountain before thundering out: “Tessa is not only my Luna. She is the brightest light of my life, the comrade who fought by my side! In Nightshade Pack she holds equal power with me; in every decision she has equal voice. She may rule with me if she wishes, or follow her own dreams if

down at her, his voice firm, his eyes full of tender gravity. “She will always be Tessa, unique and unbound. Not chained by the title of Luna, not changed for anyone’s sake. Nightshade Pack is honored by

to the earth in rhythm, echoing blessings through the pines. Guests rose to their feet, their clapping swelling into cheers

close, his voice trembling low

smiling through tears. “And I love you, my

at the base

dance with wild joy, drums

the breeze that brushed her tender mark. His fingers rubbed lightly over the glowing

he had been as gentle as possible, the moment his fangs pierced her, his palms had still sweated with

against his shoulder, eyes on the revelry below. “Look, the Frost

cup in toast, and warriors of both packs–once locked in bitter enmity -now clasped shoulders and sang the

you!” Nathaniel’s eyes sparkled as he handed them their cups “Brewed from the springs of the sacred mountain. Drink it, and you’ll have good fortune