Mag-log in“ 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.
view moreEstelle 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
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
“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
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
“ Who touched who now?“ Those words hit Estelle like a lightning bolt. She jerked back out of shame, more shame and a lethal dose of embarrassment. Her face scrunched up as if she had swallowed a fly. She felt utterly mortified. There's no way she's going to ever forgive herself for this. She s
[A Few Hours Ago.] Adrian stared at Estelle's sleeping figure in silence. His thoughts were a mystery. His blue eyes were cold. They held no emotions and looked lifeless. If not for his chest slowly rising and falling, one wouldn't be able to tell if he was alive or not. His cold and emotionless
The horrid taste hit her tongue like tsunami. Estelle didn't know how shit tasted like, but she was sure this tasted worse than shit. She gagged, but fought through it and swallowed it all, since it was already in her mouth, she might as well take it all. From the corner of her eyes. She saw A
Adrian didn’t stop walking until he was a safe distance from the cottage. Only then did he lift his hand. The one Estelle had grabbed. It was still trembling slightly. Her grip had been starved and weak, but his forearm still burned where her fingers dug in. Not from pain. But from strange h






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