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Chapter 1 — Fate in the Moonlit Shadows

The summer nights in Falindale were unbearably hot, with the air seemingly ablaze, stirring a restless unease.
After the evening classes at school, Tessa Sinclair, as always, waited until most of her classmates had left before heading home on her bike. She took a secluded alley, a shortcut that shaved more than twenty minutes off her commute despite its isolation.
However, before she could exit the alley, her sharp nose caught the distinct, overwhelming scent of blood.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with the smell. While another teenage female werewolf might have panicked and fled, Tessa calmly continued pedaling forward.
Sure enough, five minutes later, she came upon a fierce battle deep within the alley.
Ahead, a group of at least a dozen towering, muscular werewolves exuding raw savagery surrounded a single man with an extraordinary presence.
These werewolves, their muscles taut and eyes glinting with ferocity, growled deeply, their snarling faces illuminated by the moonlight.
The man they encircled was drenched in blood, but he was still valiantly fending off their attacks.
Tessa, however, could tell he was badly injured—he wouldn’t last much longer.
Well, this is a nuisance.
Balancing one foot on the ground and the other on her bike’s pedal, one hand in her uniform pocket and the other lightly resting on the handlebars, Tessa let out a sharp whistle, drawing the attention of everyone involved.
The sound caused both sides to pause and look her way.
This allowed Tessa to clearly see who the injured man was.
He was Landon Thorne, the alpha of the Nightshade Pack, the most powerful werewolf pack on the Montedra continent.
But the Nightshade Pack was based in Navoris—what was Landon, their alpha, doing in an out-of-the-way place like Falindale?
“Unless you want to die, leave now!” barked the leader of the werewolves, clearly dismissing her as an unawakened teenage werewolf.
Tessa frowned, irritation flashing in her eyes.
“You’re blocking my way,” she said flatly.
“Do you have a death wish?” the leader snapped, his patience wearing thin. They had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack Landon while he was alone.
Poisoned and unable to shift into his wolf form, Landon was vulnerable. This was their best chance to kill him, and they couldn’t afford interruptions.
With a sharp glance from their leader, two of the werewolves immediately started toward Tessa.
But before they could reach her, Tessa placed her other foot on the bike pedal and rode straight toward the pack, charging at them with reckless speed.
In a single second, her bike rammed into one of the werewolves, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Tessa used the momentum to push herself off the bike seat, flipping into the air and landing a double kick squarely on another werewolf’s face.
The leader snarled at the sight of the girl attacking his men.
“Kill them both!” he barked. They were running out of time. If Nightshade Pack reinforcements arrived, they’d lose their chance to eliminate Landon forever.
Landon, though barely clinging to consciousness, forced himself to rally. He was the alpha of the Nightshade Pack; he couldn’t afford to die here.
Tessa hadn’t planned to stick around. She intended to teach these werewolves a lesson and leave.
However, as she passed by Landon, her gaze inadvertently locked with his.
Suddenly, her heartbeat raced out of control.
At the same time, when Landon’s eyes met hers, an intense, fiery sensation ignited in his chest and spread like wildfire.
It felt as if every cell in his body was set ablaze, filling him with renewed vigor and passion. He could no longer see or hear anything else—his world had narrowed down to her alone.
“Mate…” he murmured, the word slipping from his lips as if by instinct.

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Chapter 2 — The Alpha's Shadowed Fate

The bike that had just shot forward came to an abrupt halt under Tessa’s control.
She had been ready to leave, but a gut feeling stopped her. If she left Landon behind, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
With a sigh, she changed her mind and decided to lend him a hand.
The next moment, Tessa tossed aside her bike, stopped holding back her true abilities, and instantly teleported into the midst of the werewolves.
Without a weapon, she swiftly disarmed two of the werewolves and engaged in hand-to-hand combat against the group.
The leader, watching Tessa’s swift and brutal moves, straightened his posture, his expression growing serious.
How can an unawakened teenage female werewolf possess such strength?
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
“Kill them both!” the leader ordered coldly.
No matter what, Landon had to die tonight.
Tessa maneuvered past the fray and stopped beside Landon.
“Still alive?”
“Not dead yet,” Landon replied, his gaze fixed on her.
At 27, Landon had yet to meet his destined mate. But now, something about this young girl felt… different.
If only I weren’t poisoned, he thought bitterly. Flex could confirm if she’s really my mate.
But his wolf, Flex, had gone dormant after sustaining severe injuries trying to save him. Now wasn’t the time to focus on such things.
The remaining werewolves rushed toward them again.
“Look out!” Landon, wounded, managed to call out just as Tessa launched herself back into action.
Her movements were precise, powerful, and effortless, taking on the entire group without breaking a sweat. Each strike was executed with cool confidence and efficiency.
When she finally had the werewolves sprawled on the ground, Tessa kicked one aside and turned toward Landon.
“Done. You’re welcome,” she said, mounting her bike to leave.
It was almost 11 p.m., and she needed to get home.
But as she pedaled, her bike didn’t move.
Turning back, she saw Landon gripping the rear armrest, his 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 claw marks from werewolves, though none were fatal. The worst injury was a gunshot near his heart—a silver bullet 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.
Silver bullets are banned in the werewolf world. Those who wanted Landon dead couldn’t be ordinary werewolves. They’re likely tied to that mysterious organization...
Not wanting to get entangled in old conflicts, Tessa avoided taking him to a hospital. Instead, she brought him to the medical lab at Falindale University.
Navigating the lab with practiced ease, she switched on the lights and placed Landon on a dissection table used by medical students.
She opened a cabinet, pulled on a surgical gown, and donned gloves.
No anesthesia was available, but he was unconscious. He can handle the pain.
With a pair of scissors, she carefully cut away Landon’s blood-soaked shirt. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart—one wrong move, and it could rupture.
She sterilized the scalpel and began extracting the bullet.
Despite being a hardened alpha, Landon awoke with a jolt of pain as the blade cut near his heart.
“What… are you doing?” he growled, glaring at the girl operating on him.
Tessa hadn’t expected him to wake up mid-surgery. Still, considering the extent of his injuries, it would’ve been more surprising if he hadn’t.
“If you want to live, don’t move,” she snapped, uninterested in arguing.
Landon gritted his teeth, letting out only a single groan as the scalpel cut deeper. For the rest of the procedure, he remained stoically silent.
It wasn’t until the bullet was removed that he finally passed out again.
“Impressive,” Tessa muttered, setting down the scalpel. Typical of a Nightshade Pack alpha to endure surgery without anesthesia.
With the life-threatening injury handled, Tessa used her Mind Link to summon her wolf, Emma.
“Emma, help me detoxify him.”
“Of course,” Emma responded softly.
Tessa placed her hand on Landon’s chest, and a gentle white light spread from her palm, enveloping his body.
Ten minutes later, the light faded.
“All done. The poison is gone,” Emma said kindly before retreating into silence.
This was typical of Emma, a rare White Wolf with healing abilities. She only appeared at Tessa’s command to avoid unnecessary complications.
“Thanks,” Tessa murmured.
With the poison neutralized and the bullet wound treated, Tessa left the rest to Landon’s natural healing abilities as a werewolf.
After all, he was the alpha of the Nightshade Pack. His regenerative powers would handle the remaining injuries…

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Chapter 3 — The Alpha's Fate: Bonds of Blood and Secrets

When Landon regained consciousness, most of his injuries had healed.
Even the severe gunshot wound near his chest had been treated, though, being from a Silver Bullet, it wasn’t healing as quickly as the rest.
He immediately turned his head to survey his surroundings but didn’t see the girl who had saved him. Strange. Why do I feel... disappointed?
Flex, how are you feeling? Landon asked his wolf through Mind Link.
I’m fine now. I didn’t think I’d recover this quickly after being hit with Wolfsbane, Flex replied, his voice energetic. Landon let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Clearly, the girl hadn’t just removed the bullet—she’d detoxified him too.
I’m sure you’re eager to meet our savior, Landon remarked to Flex before summoning his beta, Nathaniel Frost, via Mind Link.
Nathaniel arrived at the Falindale University medical lab shortly after. The sight of Landon, blood-soaked and battered, nearly stopped him in his tracks.
“Alpha, are you okay?” Nathaniel’s voice was thick with concern.
From the moment Landon went missing, Nathaniel had been plagued by anxiety. Now, seeing him like this, he couldn’t hide his alarm.
Landon wasn’t just the alpha of the Nightshade Pack; he was the most powerful alpha on the Montedra continent. For anyone to have injured him so severely… What kind of force are we dealing with?
If Landon were harmed any further, it wouldn’t just throw the Nightshade Pack into chaos—the entire Montedra werewolf society would be at risk of falling apart.
“I’m fine now,” Landon said, his tone heavy. “They hired werewolf mercenaries this time—and used a Silver Bullet. Someone is desperate to see me dead.”
“You were hit by a Silver Bullet?” Nathaniel’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How are you—?”
“Someone helped me remove it. Find out who saved me,” Landon interrupted.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Once Nathaniel confirmed that Landon’s condition wasn’t critical, he escorted him back to their temporary residence in Falindale before setting out to investigate their mystery savior.
The next morning, Nathaniel returned with a folder of information.
“Alpha, I’ve found her,” Nathaniel announced, handing the documents over.
Landon opened the folder and skimmed through its contents, his brows knitting together.
“A 17-year-old student? She hasn’t even awakened her wolf?” He paused. An unawakened teenage werewolf took down a team of mercenaries and performed a complex surgery?
“Nathaniel, are you sure this information is accurate?” Landon asked skeptically.
“Yes, Alpha,” Nathaniel replied firmly. “I was just as shocked when I saw it, but I’ve double- and triple-checked everything. It’s definitely her.”
Nathaniel handed over a photograph.
Landon took the picture and froze. The face staring back at him was unforgettable: young, radiant, and stunningly beautiful. But it was her blue eyes—vivid and arresting—that held his gaze.
“A 17-year-old unawakened female werewolf who can fight mercenaries and perform advanced surgery? Interesting.”
“Should we return to Navoris?” Nathaniel asked tentatively.
They had barely set foot in Falindale, and this attack seemed like a calculated move to prevent them from being here.
“There’s still work to do here. Why would we leave?” Landon replied coolly. “If you’re scared, feel free to go back on your own.”
Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t scared—he was just concerned for his alpha’s safety.
“Let’s go meet this girl,” Landon ordered, his eyes lingering on Tessa’s photograph.
Nathaniel found Tessa later that day, surrounded by a group of thuggish werewolves.
“You must be Tessa,” he called out.
Dressed in her Falindale High uniform with her sleeves rolled up to reveal her pale wrists, Tessa ignored him and kept walking.
“Boss, she’s ignoring you!” one of the thugs exclaimed indignantly. No one at Falindale High dared to disrespect their leader.
The gang leader, visibly irritated, stepped in front of her.
“I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?” he barked, reaching for her arm.
Tessa finally stopped, spat out her gum, and said coldly, “Move.”
Her tone was icy, cutting like a blade.
“Feisty, huh? You’ve messed with the wrong guy,” the leader sneered, lunging at her.
Before he could make contact, Tessa grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard, groaning in pain.
“Do you know who I am? My dad—”
Before he could finish, Tessa stomped on his face, silencing him.
“Shut up,” she said flatly, her voice laced with irritation.
The other thugs stared in stunned silence. Isn’t Tessa supposed to be a useless wolf-less girl? What’s going on?
“Call my dad!” the leader screamed, his voice cracking. “Tessa won’t survive in Falindale after this!”
Behind her, whispers erupted. Everyone knew Tessa’s story. She had been abandoned by her pack, the Frostmoon Pack in Navoris.
Tessa was the Frostmoon alpha’s daughter, but she had been born weak and wolf-less. A witch’s prophecy had declared she would never awaken her wolf, branding her a disgrace.
The Sinclair family despised her. Rumors painted her as lazy and dishonorable, claiming she associated with Rogues and had even miscarried a Rogue’s child at twelve. Embarrassed by her existence, the Sinclairs had exiled her to Falindale to fend for herself.
Unbothered by the murmurs, Tessa walked on.
Not long after, a sleek black car pulled up beside her. The door opened, and a tall, handsome male werewolf stepped out.
“Ms. Sinclair,” he said politely. “I’m Nathaniel. My alpha would like to have a word with you.”
He opened the back door, and Tessa saw the refined man seated inside—Landon.
Despite knowing he was the alpha of the Nightshade Pack, Tessa showed no hint of the usual reverence werewolves displayed toward alphas. Instead, she climbed into the car and sat beside him.
“You lost that much blood and still survived? Impressive,” she remarked casually, her striking blue eyes void of emotion.
This girl has some nerve. Nathaniel, seated in the front, felt his lips twitch. No one in Montedra talks to the alpha like this.
“I’m Landon. Thank you for saving me yesterday,” Landon said, handing her a business card.
As he did, he silently reached out to Flex through Mind Link. Flex, is she our destined mate?

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