Fell for the Alpha-less Queen novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 The Spring, The Bloodbond Ring

18 Pearls

Moonlight poured through the glass dome above them, spreading across the sacred spring in the center of the hall. The surface sparkled with silver light, and the faint scent of lilies floated in the air like a blessing.

Walter moved slowly toward her, staff in hand. He looked softer than usual, but beneath that warmth was gravity–a quiet power. The edge of his ceremonial robe whispered over the stone with each step.

“My Tessie,” he said gently, “tonight you become an adult. In the name of Frostmoon Pack’s former Alpha, I bestow upon you the rites of purification and blessing.”

Tessa’s chest lifted with a slow breath.

This is really happening.

Her pheromones sweetened the air around her like blooming lilies. She nodded through the blur of tears.

Walter lifted his staff and tapped it lightly against the spring. The pool stirred. A clear stream of water rose from its center, hovering right in front of her like magic come alive.

He began to chant, voice low and ancient, like pine trees humming in the wind. The springlight turned to mist, rising and swirling around her body–cool, clean, and holy.

Then it happened.

The silver ring on her finger flashed–black against the white mist.

The inscription on it–Forever Yours–shuddered with rage. The Bloodbound Sorcery inside it pulsed, reacting violently to the sanctified air.

It’s fighting back…

The spell Nathan had slipped onto her five years ago when she was unconscious. His trap. His claim.

‘Now it hissed like something alive, like a curse being scorched straight out of her veins.

Tessa felt it. A faint tremor from the ring on her finger.

Her breath caught.

No way…

She’d tried for years–everything she could think of. Spells, runes, and even physical force. Nothing ever worked. That silver ring wouldn’t come off. She couldn’t break it. Couldn’t sever the damn Bloodbound Sorcery Nathan had forced on her.

But now… here, under the magic of the sacred spring… it was reacting.

Something’s changing…

Across the sanctum, Walter paused mid–chant. He felt it too. The dark energy curled around her–thick, unnatural, wrong.

Pain flared in his chest.

What did they do to you, Tessie?

10:03 Wed, 4 Jun

Chapter 407 The Spring, The Bloodbond Ring

➜ +8 Pearls

What kind of twisted bastard forced something like this on you? This is forbidden sorcery. High–grade. Designed to hurt

Who the heck would mark you like that?

He didn’t have time to chase down that fury. Not now.

Right here, right now–under the blessing of the moon and the power of the sacred spring–he had a chance to free her. He had to act.

He bit into the tip of his tongue without a word and let a drop of his blood fall into the spring.

According to the Frostmoon Rite, an Alpha’s blood could amplify the sanctum’s power–just enough to burn something dark out of someone they loved.

He prayed it would be enough.

Tessa exhaled and let her body go soft, surrendering to the spring. Her skin soaked in the sacred mist, and she followed its slow glide through her like a thread of silver.

It moved through her bloodstream–cool and clean–scrubbing away the black residue in her veins.

And then, as it passed her gland…

Wait…

She felt it. The faintest shift. The Bloodbound Sorcery loosened ever so slightly under the spring’s touch.

But it only lasted a heartbeat. As the mist finished its path through her body and drifted away, the silver ring stayed right where it was. The curse held tight.

Still… that flicker of change lit something inside her.

That was real. It moved. That means it can break. Maybe this spring isn’t just symbolic… maybe it’s the key.

The sacred mist circled her once. Then again. Then a third time. Each loop was dimmer than the last. By the end, it was nothing more than light–soft and fading.

That was all the spring had left to give.

Across from her, Walter’s eyes darkened with regret. His shoulders sagged just slightly under the weight of

1. it.

Even with his blood and his spirit at full strength, he couldn’t force the high–level curse loose.

Not yet.

They’d need to wait–watch for the right moment. And next time, finish what they started.

Walter lifted his staff one last time, and the final shimmer of mist on Tessa’s skin gathered into delicate beads of dew, sliding down to the stone beneath her feet. Around them, the totem pillars began to glow a soft, otherworldly blue–like the sanctuary itself was welcoming her rebirth.

Deep inside her mind, she felt Emma stir.

Her wolf was howling–low and soulful–resonating with the stars above.

10:03 Wed, 4 Jun