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    Chapter 580 The Fall of Tyrants

    “You think you can stop me?” Landon’s coldugh echoed through the chaos, and with a burst bof /bbAlpha /bdominance, his presence alone forced Nathan’s warriors to retreat a half step.

    All around them, Landon’s forces fought like a disciplined pack–synchronized, relentless.

    Stephen’s guards were falling fast. Realizing the tide had turned, he made a break for it, dashing toward ban /barmored vehicle parked at the edge of the square–only for Nathaniel to step into his path.

    “Where do you think you’re going, Councilor Stephen?” Nathaniel grinned as he pulled the trigger. The bullet punctured the vehicle’s tire with a deafening pop, sending it lurching uselessly to one side.

    Across the za, Landon and Nathan shed in brutal hand–to–handbat.

    Nathan’s frost–coated wsshed out, biting through the air–but Landon ducked, swift and lethal.

    “You won’t take Tessa from me. And you’ll never beat me.” Landon’s fist crashed into Nathan’s chest with thunderous force.

    “Guh-!” Nathan spat blood and staggered backward.

    Without pause, Landon stepped forward, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. The look in his eyes was pure, merciless winter.

    “Get out.”

    His voice held the full weight of an Alpha King’s spiritualmand–Nathan’s blood churned with pressure, and he copsed, unable to muster even a flicker of resistance.

    “Alpha!” Grant bolted from the sidelines, catching the barely conscious Nathan. “Retreat! We’ll get you to the private clinic!”

    As Nathan’s warriors scrambled to retreat with their broken leader, Stephen’s face drained of color.

    He tried to shift into his wolf form to flee–but Landon’s boot crashed into his side, sending him sprawling. Nathaniel stepped forward and grabbed the fallen councilman by the cor, dragging him across the floor like a disgraced mutt.

    Nearby, Stephen’s secretary had copsed in terror, snot and tears streaming down his face. “Don I’ll tell you everything! Details on the virus n, secret Council ounts–just don’t kill me!” Stephen whirled on him, eyes zing. “You think betraying me will save you, you worthless rat?”

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    “It’s better than dying with you!” the secretary sobbed. “Half of Yalvaria’s already sick of your dictatorship.. You’re finished!”

    Nathaniel gave the man a hard kick. “Then start writing. Everything you know.”

    He turned to Landon. “Alpha, what should we do with them?”

    “Take them both.” Landon nudged Stephen’s face with the toe of his boot. “We’ll put him in a Montedra prison–let him reflect on what kind of leader‘ he really was.”

    Stephen shrieked and iled. “I’m the Speaker of the Yalvaria Council! You have no jurisdiction bover /bmeb!/b”

    Chapter 580 The Fall of Tyrants

    “You’ll learn who holds the power soon enough.” Landon didn’t bspare /bhim another nce. bInto /bbhis /b/divmunicator, he barked, “Hudson, we’re ready for extraction.”

    “Copy that. Chopper’s waiting cast of the city. We’ve evaded the military’s radar

    Nathaniel snapped special handcuff’s onto both prisoners and motioned for his team to clean the bsite/bb–/bw marks, bullet casings, even the scent of blood in the air was neutralized with specialpounds.

    “Move out.” Landon led the way to the helicopter.

    As it lifted off, he nced out the window–toward Montedra.

    Tessa… I’ming back.

    Back in Montedra, inside the hospital research center, Tessa carefully ced a finalbel on a vial of luminous green serum.

    The antidote was ready.

    Only the final clinical trials remained.

    Michael watched her with pride and concern, eyes lingering on the dark rings beneath hers.

    “Girl, there aren’t many who can match that fire in you.”

    These past days, he’d seen her battle through gic data so dense it could break minds. Again and again, she crashed against failure–then rose, sample in hand, to try again.

    Even with her awakened white wolf bloodline, which gave her strength and stamina beyond that of any ordinary werewolf, the past seven sleepless days had left her pale and visibly drained.

    “Leave the rest to me and Rosa.” Michael gently pressed down on her clipboard–holding hand. “Go sleep. Four hours. I’ll send you live updates from the clinicals.”

    Tessa didn’t’argue.

    She finally allowed herself to rest. Because the antidote was real.

    Because Montedra had hope again.

    And because Landon would being home.

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