LOGINChapter 190: Fresh Roses River Reese and Alex left a few minutes later with the promise of checking in whenever they returned. The door closed behind them, leaving the room quieter than it had been all morning. Lizzie stayed, settling at the foot of my bed like she had no intention of going anywhere. Her eyes barely left my bandaged ankle, concern etched into every line of her face. “Does it hurt less now?” she asked, gently lifting the sheet for a closer look. “The swelling’s gone down a little. You should feel relieved now.”“Thanks to Alex,” I said, shifting carefully. The throb was still there, but the sharp edge had dulled into something more manageable. “He’s really good at this. Don't know why he keeps denying it.”Lizzie smiled, then glanced toward the closed door. “Still mad about earlier? Reese can be a little bossy, can’t he?” I swallowed, staring down at my hands. My fingers twisted in the sheets. “He’s right. I probably shouldn’t. Hudson is dangerous and—”“So is my
Chapter 189: Beneath The Frost River The door burst open without another knock. Reese strode in first, jaw tight with that familiar big-brother worry, his wife right on his heels. She immediately rushed to my side on the bed, her wild hair still messy from sleep and her glasses perched crookedly on her nose. The sight of her made my chest tighten with guilt.“What happened?!” Lizzie asked, eyes wide behind her lenses as she pushed them up the bridge of her nose. She perched on the edge of the mattress, her hand already reaching for mine. “We heard you scream all the way from our room.”I blushed furiously, heat flooding my cheeks. They had plans last night—intimate ones, I was sure. The last thing I wanted was to interrupt their time together or drag them into my mess. “I… fell,” I mumbled, embarrassed. “I’m really sorry for causing you any trouble.”“Why are you apologizing?” Lizzie brushed her hair back with one hand, the other gently lifting my feet to inspect my swollen ank
Chapter 188: A Body Bag River The first rays of dawn painted the estate grounds in soft golds and pinks, but my attention was fixed on one man. Hudson. Just like every other morning, he was out there pushing his body to its limits. No shirt, only a pair of black workout shorts that clung to his powerful thighs. Sweat glistened across the hard planes of his chest and abs, catching the light like liquid diamonds. The dog tag he always wore hung from his neck, sticking to his skin with every intense movement. I couldn’t stop watching. I never could. From the safety of my window, peeking through the narrow slit in the heavy curtains, I drank in every detail. My heart raced in that familiar, dangerous rhythm it always did around him. Calder Hudson wasn’t just a man—he was a force. Cold. Strong. A frost king who made my blood run hot despite the ice in his veins.This morning felt different, though. More intense. His punches and kicks landed on the makeshift bag with terrifying for
Chapter 187: Patience, Husband Reese She licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, eyes locked on mine the entire time. “You taste so good,” she murmured, voice husky. “I could do this for hours.”She proved it. Lizzie teased mercilessly—kissing, licking, sucking lightly at the head while her hand stroked the rest of me in lazy, twisting motions. Every time I thought she’d take me deeper, she pulled back, blowing cool air over the wet skin or nipping gently at my inner thigh. My hips bucked involuntarily, but she pressed them back down with surprising strength.“Patience, husband,” she purred, her breath ghosting over me. “I want to enjoy you.”When she finally took me into her mouth—really took me—heat exploded down my spine. Her lips stretched around my thickness as she sank down, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat. She held there, swallowing around me, her throat constricting in a way that made my vision blur.“Shit—Lizzie, just like that.”She bobbed her head,
Chapter 186: Let Me Fix That Reese There were no cameras in the bedroom. At least, none visible to the naked eye.I’d returned to our room after the call with Roman, the weight of everything still pressing on my shoulders. Lizzie was still with the girls. Good. It gave me time and I needed time to do this carefully. I moved methodically through the room, scanning every lamp, every picture frame, every inch of molding and furniture. Randall’s paranoid little games had me on edge. If that bastard had planted another hidden lens after I’d found the last one, I’d make him bleed. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The absence didn’t relax me, if anything, it heightened my suspicion. Maybe he’d removed it the moment he realized I was onto him. Sneaky fucker.I didn’t want to do this search in front of Lizzie. It would only make her more uncomfortable than she already was in this viper’s nest. She was slowly starting to settle in, to find moments of joy and sisterhood amid t
Chapter 185: The Frost King Lizzie Charlotte’s eyes widened as she fought back a grin, clearly delighted by the turn. “I knew it.”I already had an idea who River had in mind. The way she’d been watching him all evening hadn’t gone unnoticed—at least not by me.“Hudson,” River said quietly, ducking her head to hide the rosy blush spreading across her pale cheeks. It was a stark, beautiful contrast against her usual composed demeanor.“Oh my my.” Charlotte covered her mouth with both hands, shock written all over her elegantly made-up face. “Hudson? You mean THEE Calder Hudson?”Her genuine surprise was honestly hilarious. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing outright.“How could she not know?” Riley drawled in that bored, knowing tone of hers. “The one and only frost king.”I stifled a laugh, the nickname fitting Hudson perfectly. The man was ice personified—distant, unreadable, and still somehow magnetic because of it.“Hold on, you knew?” Charlotte asked, turning wide eyes o







