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WINTER
I had it all, everything a woman could ever dare to wish for.
Born the cherished daughter of Alpha and Luna from one of the most prestigious packs in the realm, I had always stood apart. Men worship my appearance, Impeccable academic record, and just a year ago I married the most amazing man I had ever met. Alpha Kallias Thorn, my mate, my husband, my everything.
Now as I lay sprawled across our tangled sheets, my eyes lingered on the broad expanse of his bare back that was slick with sweat after our passionate sex. My pussy still aches and my body is still trembling from the way he had just filled me. The sting lingered, but I never felt this whole and happy before.
A smile curved my lips as my hand slipped beneath the pillow,
“Kallias, I have good news.”
He turned toward me.
Every shift of those powerful muscles had me fighting the urge to melt into him all over again.
I hold my breath as he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead, a gesture that always made my wolf purr with delight.
“What is it, my beautiful snowfall?” He brushed his nose against mine. “Tell me.”
“Crystal wants to lend her womb to us. She wants to be our surrogate.”
For a second, Kallias froze.
Then, I saw something flicker in his eye, something dark and sharp like anger,
“Isn’t it great?” I pressed on, unable to contain my joy. “She volunteered. She said she wanted to do this for me because of everything I’ve done for her since we were just pups. She wants to help us build our perfect little family.”
I reached for him. My fingers brushed the taut muscles of his arm.
But Kallias didn’t react. The joy I had hoped to see in his eyes was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was only a quiet chill as he stared at the paper in my hand. The paper bearing both Crystal’s signature and mine. Just one signature missing; his.
“I can’t decide right now, Winter,” He called me by my name and that was how I knew he was upset.
But why?
Kallias rose from our bed in silence and began to dress.
“I still have some work to take care of,” He murmured, buttoning his shirt. “I’m sorry I’ll be away again tonight.”
I gave a small nod, trying to hold back the weight in my chest. “Take care, my love.”
I watched as he opened the door and slipped out of the room.
Sighing, I sank back into the bed.
After lying there in silence for a few moments, I finally rose. I stepped into the shower to refresh and wash away the remnants of our earlier lovemaking. Once clean, I got dressed, putting on a silk night robe.
As I opened the window, the cool night air greeted me. Stoneclaw Pack, my new home. It's been a year since I'm here yet it didn’t feel like I had left the Winterwood Pack at all, my father’s pack.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Dinner is ready, Luna Winter” A maid said gently from the doorway. “Shall I bring it up to you, or will you be dining in the hall?”
“I’ll come downstairs,” I replied, turning from the window.
She bowed her head slightly. “Alright, Luna.”
I sighed as I realized tonight I would be dining alone again.
Since the pack's healer delivered the devastating news that I might never be able to carry a baby in my womb, I had found myself clinging to Kallias more desperately than before. That revelation had broken me and though he rarely spoke of it, I could see it had broken something in him too. Unlike me, Kallias always masks it with strength.
I walked slowly down the grand hallway of our castle that housed both my room and Kallias’s. Yes, we kept separate rooms. My room was our intimate space where we slept together, made love, and cuddled skin to skin. Meanwhile, his room was also his study where he usually held meetings with his council.
My steps slowed when I noticed the soft glow of lamplight spilling from under his door. And standing in the doorway, was a woman I recognized all too well.
I walked toward it.
“Crystal?” I touch her shoulder.
She jumped, startled.
“W-Winter?” Her eyes widened in surprise and slight fear.
“What are you doing here in my mate’s room?”
“I-” Crystal paused, her face paling. “I was looking for you. Yes! I thought you might be in here.”
“Ah…” I exhaled, guilt nudging at me as the memory surfaced. “I promised to meet you earlier this afternoon. I’m sorry Crystal, I completely forgot.”
She gave a quick shake of her head, offering a nervous smile. “It’s alright.”
“I've told Kallias about your surrogacy."
“Really? How did he react?” Her eyes lit up.
I hesitated.
I knew what she was hoping to hear that he would agree to the idea. Crystal had been one of the few who truly showed sympathy when the news spread. She had cried for me, offered comfort, and eventually, offered herself.
A little backstory about us, Crystal and I met when we were twelve, down by the river that ran near my father’s pack. She was an Omega. She was sobbing so hard and when I asked her what had happened, she told me that rogues had burned her house and slaughtered her parent.
I couldn’t just walk away. So I brought her home with me, pleaded with my parents to let her stay.
We grew up side by side since that day and I shared everything I had with her; my room, my clothes, my dreams. Our bond grew from friendship to sibling-like. She eventually offered herself as my personal maid and when I married Kallias, she followed me here.
“He didn’t agree, Crystal,” I breathed. “He didn’t say it but I could feel he was mad. I don’t know why tho.”
Something flickered in her eyes, too fast to catch.
“I see…” She said slowly, before offering a small, understanding nod. “I hope he’ll change his mind. This pack needs an heir someday and I know how much you both want a baby.”
I nodded, but the weight in my chest grew heavier.
If I can’t give Kallias a child, if this pack remains without an heir... it will be my fault.
“Don’t be sad, Winter,” Crystal reached for my hand. “I’ll try to speak with him for you. Who knows maybe he’ll listen to a plea from a servant like me.”
“Really? You'd do that?"
“I promised to help you, didn’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll keep that promise.”
Emotion surged in my chest, and I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her.
“Thank you. Thank you so much! You’re truly my savior, Crystal.”
She held me tightly.
As she murmured against my ear, her tone like an emotional hiss. “That’s what friends are for, right? I’m going to repay you for everything you’ve given me all this time.”
“Now can we talk about what made you come all this way? There’s no chance you followed me here without a reason. Something must have happened.” Valtor said quietly, his voice low but firm.After her conversation with Kallias, Winter finally asked the man to leave. He did so without protest, retreating from the room with a respectful bow. Only then did she turn back to her mate.Valtor had been waiting just outside the room. The moment she stepped into the corridor, she saw the worry, tangled with jealousy and a sharp edge of irritation, written all over his face. He looked like a man who had fought every instinct not to barge into the room. But when Winter met his gaze calmly and offered him a small, reassuring smile, some of that tension finally eased from his shoulders.Talking with Kallias had distracted her briefly from the unease Freya had left behind at the castle. Now that she was with Valtor again, the weight returned, but it felt lighter somehow, as if being near him steadied
Winter was shocked.'What? Their baby was gone?'“It happened that night,” Kallias continued quietly. “At your wedding party. Crystal and I argued, nothing serious, or so I thought. Then the incident happened.”Winter said nothing. She hadn’t expected him to continue, but he did. His shoulders sagged beneath an invisible weight, desperation etched into every line of his face. The regret in his voice was unmistakable. And for the briefest moment, an unsettling thought crossed her mind.What if he’s right?What if Crystal truly was hiding here?“She isn’t only angry at me,” Kallias went on. “She’s angry at you as well.”Winter’s gaze sharpened.“She knows I would search for her everywhere, including here," he said. “Knowing no one would believe me. Crystal knew I would confront Valtor and that if I failed to find her it would push me toward war, a war that would endanger both our people.”Silence fell.Winter absorbed his words slowly, weighing each implication.“And would you?” she ask
3rd Person's POVRelief settled in Winter’s chest when she finally reached her husband and at last they could speak. Then her gaze shifted and she saw Kallias Thorn standing in the same room. The calm expression on Winter’s face vanished at once, replaced by sharp caution as her eyes narrowed. Her body stiffened, instincts rising unbidden.What was he doing here?“Kallias?” she said slowly, testing the name, as if half-expecting the figure before her to dissolve into illusion.He didn’t answer.Kallias only stared at her with something unsettling flickering in his gaze. And the more Winter looked at him, the more wrong everything seemed.She had never seen Kallias like this. He was thinner as if something had been steadily devouring him from the inside. The weight loss sharpened the lines of his face, hollowed his cheeks, carved shadows beneath his eyes that no amount of rest could erase. He looked like a man dragged from a nightmare and hurled into waking reality, driven here as if
VALTORLoran hadn’t lied. Kallias Thorn was waiting when I arrived at the border headquarters, the outpost closest to his Pack’s territory. And he was alone.“I’ve been waiting here far too long,” Kallias said as soon as he saw me. “And I never wait this long just to meet someone.”Earlier, I’d instructed my guards to confine him to a secured room. If he had come with hidden intentions, I wanted to be certain he wouldn’t vanish before I confronted him myself. Now, we stood face-to-face, the air between us thick with restrained hostility.My gaze swept over him, assessing, measuring.Magnus would have sensed hostile intent the moment Kallias crossed our borders. But instead, what my wolf felt was something else entirely.Submission.That unsettled me far more than aggression ever could.“Perhaps you should first know who it is you’re demanding an audience with.” I took a step closer. “What brings you to my territory?”The words left my mouth rough, edged with displeasure. I didn’t trus
WINTERMy breath came in ragged bursts, the snarl still lingering in my chest.“Oh Goddess…she’s attacked me…” Freya whispered, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief at her own hand.Blood streaked her skin, a deep slash cutting from the back of her palm almost to her elbow. The wound wasn’t fatal, but it bled freely, staining her hand a vivid red.“That woman is monstrous,” Rosentine said, stepping closer to Freya, her gaze narrowing on me with an intensity that burned. “What are you doing? This is completely unnecessary.”As the fury inside me ebbed, leaving a jagged calm in its wake, I looked down at my own hands. Blood clung to my fingertips. My wolf nails, which I hadn’t controlled, hadn’t even meant to summon, were gone as suddenly as they’d appeared. I had hurt Freya. Yet strangely, there was no regret, only a strange, sharp relief that Khione’s reflexes had been faster than mine, protecting me before it could have been worse.“Blood…” the blind seer murmured, inhaling
WINTERI don’t know how much longer I can keep avoiding this truth.I know the day will come when I’ll have to tell Valtor about the possibility that I may never give him a child. But with every passing day, the weight of it grows heavier, pressing against my chest until it’s hard to breathe. Especially when I remember the way his eyes light up whenever someone speaks of an heir. Our child. The successor to his throne.And it isn’t only him. Everywhere we go, people look at me the same way, as if the future of the kingdom depends on me.What if I finally tell him, he can’t accept it?I could endure his anger. I could survive his frustration. But the thought of disappointment in his eyes terrifies me more than anything.'Goddess, I don’t want to hide this forever. Please help me find the strength.'I opened my eyes and stepped out of the steaming bath, water sliding down my skin. I reached for my robe, wrapped it tightly around myself, and tied it shut. Then I heard my chamber door ope







