Fell for the Alpha-less Queen novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371 Trust or Trap

Maybe… she could try trusting him.

After six months of training together, Tessa smiled at Nathan for the very first time.

When she smiled, joy flashed in Nathan’s eyes.

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Back then, she thought it was because he felt accepted. She didn’t realize it was something else entirely- the thrill of a predator watching his prey finally drop its guard.

During their time at the training camp, Tessa had truly considered Nathan a friend.

They shared stolen chocolate on rest days, fought back–to–back during simulated battles, and she even patched up his wounds while cursing him out.

But little by little, that friendship twisted into something else. His protectiveness started to feel more like control. His loyalty? Possession.

One day, all she did was pick up a dropped magazine for a guy on the team next door.

The next day, that guy collapsed in the dining hall. His tray hit the floor, shattering, as he let out a muffled choke–his tongue had been cut out. The wound was coated with the blood–clotting powder used by Yalvaria shamans.

Nathan pulled out a chair for her like nothing had happened and set down a tray with her favorite- perfectly roasted potatoes. He smiled, like the nightmare she’d just witnessed hadn’t even been real.

Another time, she complimented their captain’s tactics in her training log.

That night, she woke up to the sharp stench of blood. Nathan was crouched on her windowsill, blood dripping from his fingertips. In his hand was the captain’s strategy notebook, soaked in fresh blood. “He didn’t deserve your praise,” he whispered.

Outside, the captain’s body hung from the training ground scaffolding, the word unworthy carved into his wrists in crooked, messy lines.

That was when she began to see it–what lay beneath Nathan’s gentle surface. Madness.

She tried to talk to him. Tried to keep her distance. But all that did was make things worse.

Her training gear would suddenly vanish–only the outfits he had gifted her remained. Every guy’s name in her contacts turned into random, unreadable symbols. And if she looked a male instructor in the eye for more than a few seconds? The next day, she’d find a bloodied wolf claw stuffed into her pocket.

Then came the day she found the photo album under his pillow.

Aged photographs filled the pages all centered on a silver–haired woman wearing the Frost Pack Luna’s crown. Nathan stood behind her in most shots, his arm wrapped around her waist, his smile soft and loving.

And that woman… looked just like her.

“She was Joanna Gray, Luna of the Frost Pack.” Nathan’s voice came from behind, low and calm. His hands gripped her shoulders, and his thumb pressed hard against her collarbone, firm enough to hurt. “Three

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Chapter 371 Trust or Trap

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years ago, she shielded me from a wolfsbane mist. Died in my arms. But before she did, she made me promise not to mourn. Said she’d come back to me… in a better form.” He leaned in, inhaling her scent like it belonged to him. “The moment you walked in, I knew. She sent you.

And just like that, everything made sense.

None of those run–ins with Nathan at the camp had been accidents–they were all part of his plan.