Frost and Ember
Betrayed by her father and fiancé, Estella Montharne is left to die in the snow.
But death, it seems, is a mercy reserved for others... Not her.
On the verge of death, she is found by the man she hates most in the world, her bitter rival: Adrian Lykas, the Alpha of Frostveil.
Rather than let her die, he claims her whole being as his. Whatever his reasons, they are anything but kind.
He prevents her from taking her own life with a sacred bind and forces her into a fake marriage to satisfy his family's pressure to take a Tethered One. Specifically because she is the one woman he would never regret hurting, the one woman he could never love, and the one who could never love him.
But Estella will not be tamed, and she has not survived this far to kneel at his feet. She tries to kill him at every chance she gets.
And Adrian never lets her defiance go unpunished...
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Sacred VellumHis arm caught her beneath the shoulders before she struck the floor, steady as though her weight were nothing, and for a moment Estella hung there between falling and standing, glaring up into a face that showed her no emotions.“I leave you alone for a brief moment...” Adrian said, flat as frozen ground. “and you are already trying to wreck everything.”“I would do anything to make sure you have a bad day, Adrian.”His His gaze washed over her face as he stared at her from above, tracing her brow, her cheekbones, the line of her jaw... And then pausing on her collarbones.“Likewise.” He responded with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. And then, without warning, he lifted her clean off the ground.“What in heaven’s name are you doing, Adrian?!” Her voice cracked upward, sharp enough to bruise the air between them, her hands flying to his shoulders on pure instinct. “Put me down this instant!”He said nothing. He crossed the room in a few measured strides and dropped her onto the be
Last Updated: 2026-11-07
Chapter: Chapter 20: A counter[Obsidian Castle, Frostveil.]Adrian stayed on the bench long after the sound of Daeron’s paws had faded from the path. The cracks his friend had left in the flagstones crept across the floor in a pale, branching web. He would have to send for a mason later. Daeron started doing this after he shattered half of his mansion... Accidentally. Beyond the fence, the blue leaves shivered in the wind, and down in the settlement the celebrating had not stopped.'Since they cannot hurt you, they will hurt the ones closest to you.'He regretted it.He regretted the choice, and he did not enjoy how easily the admission sat in his chest. Yet it had needed doing. Hayden and Leticia would have hounded him for another hundred years, and when the chance came to end it, he had reached for the one woman in the world whose death he could bear. It had seemed sound at the time. Any enemy who wanted to hurt him would go for whoever stood closest, and Estella stood closest on paper alone. If they cut her do
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 19: A new heir[Silvervale, The Great Hall]Nineteen figures sat around a wooden table inlaid with veins of gold, and none of them spoke. At its center stood a gilded chalice burning with blue fire, its flames giving more shadow than light. Beyond that small circle, the Great Hall climbed into blackness, its silver-veined pillars rising until the ceiling was lost to the shadows.Twenty-one seats stood around the table, ten at each side and one at its head. Two of those seats, however, were empty.At the head sat a man with gray hair and gray eyes, and his gaze held a stern glint that would not pardon a single mistake. He was Jorad Montharne, lord of Silvervale and father of Estella. Two places to his right, beside an empty chair, a man with dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes rested a small smile on his lips. He was handsome in a polished way, with a sharp jawline and neatly styled hair, and he had the air of a refined scholar who would never hurt a fly. This was Darius Hale, who had once been E
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 18: Before the storm[Region of Avarice, Demon Continent]The body of a woman hit the floor with a dull thud and did not rise. She was bruised from throat to ankle, her hair spread across the black stone, and only the faint lift of her ribs said that she was still alive.“Oh no.” The man who had dropped her stood over her, shirtless and barefoot, his dark gray hair damp against his forehead. He tilted his head and regarded her as one would a toy that had stopped working. “This one broke too.”There was no emotion in his voice, no remorse at all.He spat on her body, nudged her aside with his foot and crossed the room to the window. “As expected. All women are useless.”The wind that came through the open window smelled of smoke and perfume, and somewhere far below, a drunken song rose and broke apart. Under a low violet sky, the streets of Avarice glowed with lamplight, and women moved through it with horns curling from their heads and thin, whip-like tails swaying at their heels. Demons, mostly succubi.
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: Chapter 17: BlunderThe door closed behind Adrian, and what little expression he had worn in that chamber drained from his face. Something was amiss. He knew it before he saw it, for the noise had already reached him through the stone, a restless swell climbing the castle walls, it sounded far too merry for an ordinary day.He walked down the corridor to the nearest window and looked out.Beyond the great fenced grounds, the settlement of Frostveil had spilled into its streets. Werewolves stood in scattered patterns, shouting words at each other. Even those at work were all clamouring. The glass dulled the noise, but not enough. Adrian’s ears sorted the voices for him whether he wished it or not.“...Tethered, the Alpha, can you imagine...”“...they say she is a beauty...”“...I heard she is tall...”He pinched the bridge of his nose, then dragged a hand back through his silver hair until the strands fell loose and unkempt across his fingers.“Fuck.” he cursed. “I ought to have foreseen this.”His grandp
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: Chapter 16: Frostveil's council[The Grand Conclave, Frostveil.] The council chamber sat deep within the most ancient hall of Frostveil Castle, windowless save for a single narrow slit near the ceiling, through which a blade of gray daylight cut across the obsidian table and little else. Torches lined the walls in its stead, casting most of the chamber in restless amber shadow. Within that half-light sat a dozen of Frostveil’s eldest bloodlines, elders and wolves of high rank who had governed its affairs for decades, if not centuries. “At last.” An old man broke the silence, his voice worn thin and rasping with age. He laced his fingers atop the table, his shoulders sagging as though a burden long carried had slid from them. “The Alpha has chosen. That alone should silence half the quarrels this council has squandered years upon.” His eyes slid toward certain persons farther down the left side of the table. They clicked their tongues and looked away. This was Ronhard, a foremost member of the council. Across from
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Dark and Untamed
“ The price for saving you... Do you know what it is?” Adrian's hoarse voice entered her ears.
“ W-what...?” Estelle's heart pounded faster and faster. She felt a looming sense of trepidation.
The Alpha of her enemy's territory leaned forward slightly, his pale blue eyes never left hers.
“ It is for you to become my Luna. My mate, Estelle.”
Estelle felt something go off in her head. Her mind blanked out. She took a step back in disbelief. Her mind struggling to come in terms with what she heard.
Estelle Winterbourne was the heir of Silvervale and was one of the strongest werewolves in the pack. As daughter of the alpha and bonded to Darius Hale, her father’s chosen successor, her path seemed set.
Until she became the problem.
Her father wanted a docile and foolishly obedient daughter . And her Darius wanted her title, not her.
She was framed and betrayed by her own father and mate. Who sentenced her to the White Exile. They stripped her of rank, carved the traitor’s mark into her skin, and left her chained in the Deadfall — a frozen wasteland where no wolf survives a night.
She would have died if not for him.
Adrian Lykas, The Alpha of Frostveil. The “Ice Devil.” Her family’s sworn enemy. The man she was raised to hate. He finds her half-dead, more frost than flesh, and does the unthinkable: He saved her life.
But that came with a huge cost. Estelle must pretend to love the very man she was raised to hate and be his mate in public.
To her, that was the worst punishment she could receive. For Adrian was a man she loathed.
However... Slowly, Estelle began to discover that Adrian wasn't as bad as her family made him to be.
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Chapter: 37: I have been waiting for this for a long time.Estelle woke up in the morning feeling a little chilly than usual. Which was a little out of ordinary since the temperature right now matched that of Frostveil at night. After spending so much time in Frostveil, she had long since grasped the temperature of castle at different points in time at out of habit. So she noticed this small anomaly instantly. Moreover, a strange unfamiliar chill lingered in the air. It was not the unusual chill of Frostveil's morning that bothered Estelle. The little warmth she had grown used to was gone, replaced by a lingering chill that crept beneath her skin. This cold itself felt... wrong. It seeped through her skin, into her bones and filled her chest with a sense of dread. Also, the colors in the castle today seemed lackluster and monochrome. Its once-vibrant colors appeared dull and muted, as though a gray veil had been cast over everything. Outside, snow drifted silently from the sky, blanketing the castle grounds in pristine white. The first ra
Last Updated: 2026-07-03
Chapter: Chapter 36: Could you keep me warm tonight?Adrian held Estelle as she cried her heart out, his hand moving slowly through her hair in soothing strokes, never rushing her to compose herself. After several minutes, her sobs gradually died down until only quiet sniffles remained. The violent trembling that shook her body subsided and her breathing slowly steadied. Even so, Adrian didn't let her go immediately. Only when he was completely certain she had completely calmed down did he reach for the cloth resting beside the bath. Without a word, he resumed washing away the dried blood clinging stubbornly to her skin. His movements were filled with care. He cleaned every scrape and stain with quiet patience, making sure not to aggravate the little bruises scattered across her body. Although they would be gone before morning due to Estelle's regeneration, he still treated them with caution. By the time Adrian finished, the bathwater had grown lukewarm. As soon as he finished, the enchantments attached to the bathtub immediately
Last Updated: 2026-07-02
Chapter: Chapter 35: Was I wrong about him?“What are you doing, Adrian?” Estelle's voice emerged little more than a hoarse whisper, dry from hours of silent grief. It was the first time she had spoken to him since morning. There was no anger in her voice like Adrian expected. Just pure exhaustion. Her voice sounded monotone and hollow and there was a slight tremor to it. Adrian met her gaze in silence. His heart ached at the sight before him. The vibrant light that usually danced within her golden eyes were no where to be seen. They stared back at him with an emptiness that reminded him of a dead fish, dull and devoid of emotion. Dark shadows rested beneath them, while strands of her disheveled raven-black hair clung to her damp face. It made her look worn and dead. Just like the day he saved her life in the White Exile. Lifeless and broken. She had saved the lives of several people by just taking one and despite of that, she looked as though she had lost a part of herself. He his thoughts unwillingly drifted to Dharv. H
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
Chapter: Chapter 34: What are you doing?Adrian crossed the final stretch between the outer district and Frostveil Castle in a series of tremendous leaps. His entire focus remained fixed upon the woman resting quietly in his arms. The mask had long since been removed from her face, allowing him to see her clearly. At some point during the short journey to the castle, Estelle's shoulders had stopped trembling. The tears that had stained her cheeks had dried beneath the relentless wind, but her eyelashes were still damp. Judging by the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, she had fallen asleep. The battle had drained her far more than he had initially realized. Both her body and mind had been put under great strain, and now exhaustion had wore her down, pulling her to sleep. Her face rested against his chest while one hand remained loosely clenched around his clothing. Even in sleep, she had not let go of him. Adrian's cold eyes scrutinized Estelle's face. This was the very woman who had once sought to kill him. Th
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 33: A side of her he wanted to protectThe massive black wolf leading Frostveil's forces abruptly slowed.Behind him, hundreds of werewolves followed suit. Snow exploded beneath their paws as they skidded across the frozen plains, carving deep trenches into the frozen ground.The wolf leaped and shifted mid air. It dark fur receded and it's size shrank. Moments later, a man landed upon the snow in human form. His pale blue eyes immediately swept across the snowy plains.Then his steps slowed down.The sight before Adrian wasn't what he had expected when he came rushing back from the south. When the deadly battle with the rogue werewolves had neared it's conclusion, the remainder of them had gleefully told Adrian that they were just a decoy and Frostveil was currently under siege. This made Adrian almost lose control on the spot. After mercilessly finishing them off, he and his pack had rushed back in futile hopes of making back in time. He had concluded that whoever was attempting to raid Frostveil when he was away would
Last Updated: 2026-06-20
Chapter: Chapter 32: I never wanted to do thisA deafening boom rang out across the battlefield as a Beta crashed violently into the snow. Moments later, another warrior was hurled through the air before slamming into a tree hard enough to knock him unconscious on impact.Minutes passed, accompanied by an endless chorus of pained grunts, breaking wood, and bodies crashing into the frozen landscape.Near the western gates, the Frostveilian soldiers stood rooted to the spot in stunned disbelief. These were men and women who had marched here fully prepared to lay down their lives defending their home, yet none of them could believe what they were witnessing.A single woman was holding back an entire invasion force by herself.No.Holding back was the wrong phrase.She was effortlessly destroying them.One after another, Silvervale's warriors were sent crashing into the snow, trees, and even their own comrades.The werewolves fell, No matter how many charged her, the outcome remained unchanged.The battlefield had become a spectacle of
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
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