Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 530 She Who Hunts the Wolvesnoveldrama

"Tigre, touch her and I dare you!" Avery roared, claws digging into the floor, his killing intent flooding the

air.

That bastard dared lay eyes on Tessa?

He'd never let him walk away from this.

“Stickin' with this little punk won't get you far,” Tigre sneered, wiggling his fingers toward Tessa. “Hey pretty girl, come with me. I'll show you a real good time."

Steven's fur bristled with rage. "What the hell did you just say?!"

He instantly regretted calling Tessa here.

No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl-and a stunning one at that. It was too easy for male werewolves to get ideas.

The guys could risk a brawl, sure. But for Tessa? This place was way too dangerous.

Tessa's laugh was cold, sharp as ice. "So what-you're not planning to leave until we've had some fun?"

"Ooh, even her voice is music to my ears. You're just my type, sweetheart. Let's make it a night to remember," Tigre grinned lecherously.

Tessa's eyes narrowed. "And what do you think you can do? What's your idea of fun?"

"What do you think? Man to woman-get you in bed, and I'll teach you everything," he said with a greasy smile.

That was it.

Avery's bandmates lost it. Their claws screeched across the concrete as rage exploded off them. No one could tolerate someone talking about Tessa like that.

"I want blood!" Steven roared, lunging forward to tear Tigre apart-

-but Tessa raised her paw and stopped him cold.

A flash of pale light lit her eyes. Lunar force surged through her body.

In the blink of an eye, she shot forward, appearing right in front of the still- unshifted Tigre.

Her kick landed square in his chest.

Tigre didn't even have time to react. His massive body flew through the air like a broken kite, crashing against the ground.

"You don't know when you've been given a chance."

Even before the words finished leaving her mouth, the white wolf totem at the back of Tessa's neck blazed to life. Silvery fur erupted from beneath her sleeves

In that instant, the Ironfang mercenaries lunged, hellbent on avenging their fallen leader.

Chapter 530 She Who Hunts the Wolves

Tigre staggered up, clutching his chest where she'd kicked him. His eyes locked on Tessa, full of murderous hatred, and with a feral snarl, he shifted into a massive black warwolf..

His transformed face twisted with rage, and the coarse black mane along his spine stood up like spears.

As Ironfang's alpha, his warwolf form towered over two meters. The dried blood still clinging to his claws told stories of past carnage.

And yet he'd been knocked out of the air by a single kick from Tessa-his ribs misaligned, the pain searing through him.

"Get her! For the boss!" the deputy roared, transforming into a scarred spotted warwolf. The iron-fanged gauntlets on his forepaws gleamed ominously.

Ironfang mercs surged in, forming a semicircle around Tessa. Their glowing red eyes showed no fear of her -just the thirst for blood. A lone female wolf? They didn't see a threat.

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Avery's heart jumped to his throat.

Tessa's wolf form was lean and slender-surrounded by these hulking, vicious monsters, she looked like she'd be crushed in an instant.

Because of the concealment necklace she wore, her true white wolf form appeared as an ordinary gray wolf to outsiders.

Avery was just about to charge forward and help break her out when-

Tessa suddenly arched her back and let out a clear, piercing howl.

Unlike the usual guttural war cries of battle wolves, her howl carried something... stranger. Something that pierced the mind.

The Ironfang mercs paused-just for a heartbeat-but it was enough.

"You're dead!" the spotted warwolf lunged first, iron-clad claws aimed straight for Tessa's throat.

But the moment he closed in, Tessa rolled to the side. Her tail swept behind his knees in a flash.

The moonlight shimmered across her fur as she moved-quick as a shadow, impossible to pin down. The spotted warwolf stumbled, just a beat-just long enough for Tessa to circle around behind him and strike the most vulnerable part of his nape.

The spotted warwolf howled in pain, spinning to slash at her with a massive claw. The swing tore up the ground, sending gravel flying-but Tessa shot upward like a bolt of silver lightn

Her front paws landed on his skull, and using it as a springboard, she vaulted into the air- and landed right in front of the black warwolf.

Tigre.

Her pale eyes reflected his stunned expression.