LOGINRya's POVI couldn't stop thinking. Frost had been the core of my thoughts over the last few days.For three days I sat by his side. I watched him keenly. And in that trying moment, I refused to step away from him. I held on to him, whispering prayers and assuring words into his ears that he returned to me.I loved him—with all of my heart and with everything I owned—I adored him. I could say it a million times and still never get exhausted. Yet losing him was the scariest thing my mind could ever picture to haunt me. I couldn't imagine having to rule a kingdom without him by my side. He had a way with words I just couldn't explain. They were always encouraging, rejuvenating. His touch was calming and comforting. These thoughts of him managed to put a smile on my face even while he remained trapped in his subconscious.But slowly, I began to live in the fear of his person, and of the things to come. I had begun to see the strangest things with him. Those moments when he muttered ol
Frost's POV "Take it for yourself. Wield it. It is yours to possess,"It had been an hour since Vargan's presence vanished from the room just as suddenly as it appeared. Still, those same words were persistently echoing in my ears. It was as though he was still there in the room, lurking at the back of my head and whispering those words endlessly to me. And with every moment I fought back to inflict my will and resist his influence, the words only grew sharper, and his voice turned darker. I was running mad. The loud voices in my head, coupled with the pounding sensation at the centre of my head was enough to force a loud scream out of my mouth, and send me running through the woods under the moon's ethereal glow. I was only holding on to a tiny thread of this reality and my fortitude. I kept assuring myself that I was indomitable, far above my father's reach and influence. But I needed to find a solution, and find it fast. The healer's option couldn't possibly be the only existe
Frost's POV It has been years—perhaps even a lifetime—since I last felt this stirring within me.I had been laying on the bed for hours, staring blankly at the ceiling and whispering prayers to the moon goddess. It was my only resort to driving off that mixed uprising feeling of fear and guilt.My mind was clouded, spiralling with the thoughts of my father. All the days when he lived and served by his side, I had fought and refused to walk in his shadows. He was a monster, a living walking representation of greed and evil, masquerading as an Alpha who sought the needs of his people first.His ideals were never perfect, and he was too adamant of a man to listen even when he rarely sought counsel. He was an indefatigable lover of power and dominance—and whatever thing would make the entire world tremble and bow to him. I grew a great comfort in being a part of something new in the SilverFang when he spent the rest of his days behind a prison door. But even that couldn't prune the ev
Frost's POV "I..." I paused in my words. A slight chuckle escaped my lips. "I don't understand," I managed to say the words through a forced smile. I was struggling to piece the words together. Somehow the words were getting... clear, but the truth was one I didn't want to admit. And so the quiet chuckle was a facade... an act for my brain to avoid what could be my newest reality. I tried to pull myself up the bed. But Rya swung to stop me again. I resisted her touch, shaking her hands off mine as I sat upright. She jerked slightly, pulling backwards with a mix of fear and worry embedded in her eyes. "What do you mean by I am now a living version of Vargan?" My jaws were clenched as I asked. "Blood sacrifice is a... very dangerous and powerful form of magic, Sire," the healer answered.She stood from the chair she was sitting in, pacing the room as she kept explaining."It usually isn't an option to be considered, especially because of the dangers it can pose. Healers tag it as
Frost's POV "Rya!" I whispered with a faint breath as soon as my eyes caught sight of her.She was ogling over me—with her eyes that gleamed with a mix of expectations, worries, fears, and a faint glint of hope. She squeezed my hand tightly in hers. A teardrop trickled down her cheeks as she peered into my eyes, yet, she wore a wide smile on her face that communicated the pure joy that welled up with her."Rya!" I called her again, this time, I held her hand just to feel the warmth it always carried. I never wanted to let go... ever."Thank the gods!" Her voice cracked, and the tears poured out like a flowing stream as she hugged me tight. I could hear her sob deeply. I could feel the wetness of her tears soaking through my shirt. I could hear the pain in her voice, and could feel her fears even though her shaky grip. She pulled away from me after almost a minute, and wiped the tears off her eyes. "Please don't leave me again," she said with her voice that had a mix of pain and e
Frost's POV I stood in the middle of a wide and magnificent garden, my eyes scanning the landscape in grace awe. The garden stretched endlessly before me, with clusters of flowers that blended perfectly in my eyes.I could recognize a few flowers. I had my fingers running through the roses, the peonies, the daises. They were all arranged in perfect synchrony by nature itself. The air was soft and sweet, almost intoxicating. It rushed against my skin in the most soothing manner, carrying the clean scent of freshly cut grass. The sky was bright and blue. This place was like... a living paradise. Never before had I come across something so... glorious. It felt so unreal, like my mind had crafted this perfection for my comfort. "Haaa!" A deep exhale escaped my lips, followed by a wide smile as I embraced the happy feeling bubbling within me. I could remain here for days... even years. But my excitement was short-lived. I was not alone in the garden. I lifted my eyes to the sight of
Rya's POV A soft knock sounded on my office door. I looked up, not expecting anybody. “Come in.” I hummed and Vargan walked in. He was the last person I was expecting to see and I was genuinely surprised. “My lord… I wasn't expecting you. And you didn't have to come here, you should have just se
Frost's POV "I will have it handled, you need not worry," I replied to him. How would I do that when I am not a doctor, my doctors are incompetent and my people absolutely adored Rya and treated me indifferently. I sat at my office, replaying events of the day especially how Rya swooped in and
Vargan POV I don't know why I felt this way about Rya, something seemed to not be right. After she did her little display, I couldn't help but feel threatened, though she hadn't done anything yet that would make me threaten her. I began to point out some things that just did not make sense to me.
Frost POV I was already so occupied, but I knew I needed to get Information on what Rya had been dealing with. She opened the door gently, poking her head in as I motioned for her to come in. She slowly made her way into the study room and stood at a corner, files in her hands like she already kn







