Fell for the Alpha-less Queen novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379 The Last Warning

The moment the door cracked open, the stench of rust mixed with the sharp tang of wolfsbane hit her in the fate.

Nathan was chained to an ornate bronze chair soaked in wolfsbane–none other than the one from the Silvermoon Estate’s dining room.

“How the hell did you even manage to haul the guy out with the chair still attached?” Tessa frowned at the deep claw marks on the legs—scars left by Nathan’s attempts to break free.

Lina let out a light laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her car. “I just gave the estate’s butler a wink and told him the young master from Frostmoon Pack was into ‘role–play.” She blinked playfully. “No one ever suspects a pretty face.”

Gagged with rune–stitched burlap, Nathan let out a guttural snarl. His blood–red eyes blazed with fury- he, the proud alpha of the Frost Pack, had been toyed with by two little girls like some back–alley punk.

What made it worse was that Lina, worried the effects of the Moon–Tide powder would wear off, had even locked a wolf–soul suppression ring around his wrists. It drained his power nonstop, leaving him unable to move so much as a finger.

Tessa dragged over an iron chair and sat down, the legs screeching across the floor.

She crossed her legs, staring at Nathan like he was a beast trapped in a glass cage. “Don’t look at me like that. Keep glaring-” She suddenly raised a hand, silver light gathering at her fingertips and forming a whip. “And I’ll yank that obsession right out of your brain.”

Nathan’s pupils shrank.

That was a long–lost technique–an ancient wolf purification spell.

He remembered five years ago in the lab, when she’d screamed in agony after being injected with the wolf- soul mutation serum. Now she wielded high–tier magic like it was second nature.

“Relax. I’m not going to kill you,” Tessa said, twirling the silver whip. “If your dear old dad found out his precious son died in New York, he’d probably turn all of Murica into an icebox. But…”

She leaned in closer, her voice laced with warning. “If you show your face near me or Landon again, it won’t just be wolfsbane chains next time—I’ll burn your mind to ash with a memory–scorching spell and dump you back in that madhouse in Yalvaria.”

A choking sound rumbled from Nathan’s throat. His back teeth bit down so hard blood leaked from his

gums.

“Take the gag out,” Tessa said, pulling a soundproof charm from her pocket and slapping it onto the wall. “Let’s hear this young master’s farewell speech.”

The moment the burlap was yanked free, Nathan’s voice roared out like a blizzard from the Frostmoon Pack.

“Tessa, you think you can run? Our blood pact still binds us–you’re destined to be my mate!” His blood- streaked fangs gleamed. “Once I’m free of these damned chains, I’ll drag you to the Frostmoon altar and watch your wolf soul shatter under my mark.”

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Chapter 379 The Last Warning

“You done?” Tessa snapped her fingers.

Lina pulled out a weathered scroll, and her fingers lit up with a cool blue wolf aura that sank straight into the parchment.

In an instant, the star–map sigil on the sell blazed to life, ancient runes swirling in the air–a high–tier

teleportation array from the old

ans.

“This little gem cost me a fortune,” Lin,

murmured, licking her lips as her fingers traced the vine–carved edge. “It could transport a full–grown man–or the entire Silvermoon Estate to Yalvaria–with a blink.”