LOGINI turned slowly, my heart already pounding from the shift in the air, and there he was.Mr.Evander.Standing in the doorway, filling it completely. He stood bare-chested, skin still glistening with droplets of water that traced lazy paths down the hard planes of his torso. A white towel knotted low around his hips, clinging precariously, leaving far too little to the imagination. His hair was damp and tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look younger, almost vulnerable and cute except for those storm-gray eyes fixed on me with unreadable intensity.I forgot how to breathe.He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest as if he wasn’t standing half-naked in front of me. “You’re late, little one,” he said, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “I started without you. Decided on another bath while I waited.”My gaze betrayed me, drifting down before I could stop it—over broad shoulders, defined chest, the cut lines o
~Evelyn’s POV~I couldn’t sleep. My body drifted in and out of restless dreams, but every time I closed my eyes, he was there. Evander. His storm-gray gaze pinning me in place on the ice. The way his muscles had tensed under my accidental touch when my fingers slipped beneath his jacket. The hard ridges of his abs flexed against my palms like they were reacting to me alone. I remembered the sharp inhale he took, the low growl that rumbled in his chest, the way his hands had clamped on my hips like he was fighting himself not to pull me closer.And then that forehead kiss. It was soft and it lingered. His lips were warm against my cold skin, his breath stirred my hair as he whispered those devastating words about dreaming of me.I pressed my face into my pillow and groaned.Sylvara stirred lazily in the back of my mind, her voice sounded amused.*You’re falling, Eve, hard and fast.*I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. “I’m not.”*Your heart is racing, your skin is flushed and you’re repla
~Dylen’s POV~The moment the taillights of the Mercedes vanished down the drive, I stood frozen in the snow, watching the space where she had been. The estate felt too quiet without her soft gasps and breathless laughter echoing across the rink. My chest ached with a hunger I had never known before today, sharp and relentless.I turned back toward the ice, my boots crunching, and let the memories flood me without resistance.Every second of the afternoon played in vivid detail.The first time she fell into me during warm-up, her small body collided with my chest, and her hands clutched my shirt for balance. I had caught her instinctively, my arms wrapping around her waist, and felt the frantic flutter of her heart against my ribs. She had groaned softly, a tiny frustrated sound that shot straight through me because she was my mate. Kaelith always howled inside my skull whenever her scent hit me, no matter how weak he was, but feeling her reaction vibrate through our bond made it unden
The snow had eased into a gentle drift, soft flakes settling on our shoulders as we glided in slow circles to catch our breath. Mr. Evander’s hand splayed low on my back, thumb tracing idle patterns through my coat that made my skin prickle even through layers.“You tired yet, sweetheart?” he asked, voice rough from hours of murmured commands and quiet laughter.Gosh! The pet names always made me giggle but I tried not to show it. I shook my head quickly. “No. Not even close.”His eyes darkened with approval. “Good. One more.”He explained the next move. It was a reverse hydroblade lift into a mirrored spiral. He would skate backward, drop low to the ice on one blade, and pull me down with him until we were both nearly horizontal, bodies parallel, faces inches apart, spinning in perfect sync. As usual, it was dangerous and breathtaking.We tried it once and faltered immediately. My timing was off; I leaned too soon and nearly toppled us both.He caught me, of course, his arms banding
~Evelyn’s POV~Mr Evander's arm stayed locked around my waist as we pushed off again, his body a solid wall of heat against the winter chill. Every time I wobbled, he adjusted instantly…thigh sliding between mine, hand tightening on my hip, voice low in my ear telling me exactly how to shift my weight, moon goddess help me,it gave me chills.“Trust me, little one. Let me move you.”And God help me, I did.The first hour was a mess of stumbles and near-falls. My blades caught edges I didn’t know existed; my ankles threatened mutiny. But I never hit the ice, not once. Every time gravity pulled, Mr. Evander was there catching me mid-collapse, lifting me back into position with effortless strength. His chest against my back, his breath warm on my neck, his quiet chuckle vibrating through me when I squeaked in panic.“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured after the fifth almost-fall, spinning me slowly so we faced each other. His hands framed my ribs, thumbs brushing just beneath my bre
Dylen’s POVSnow packed easily between my palms as I shaped it, compressing it with practiced patience. Kaela hovered beside me, arms crossed, watching with open amusement as I worked on what was clearly becoming an absurdly precise snowman.“You are taking this far too seriously, my lord, still remembering that day? ” she asked while laughing softly.I did not look at her. “If one must build a thing, one builds it well, and yes that day still replays in my head. Kaelith felt like ripping that toy of his into pieces but I reminded myself that I would frighten her and I don't want that.” I took a deep breath and continued moulding this snowman that refused to form.She shook her head. “My lord, You frighten people with that attitude.”“That pup has pushed me to the wall several times. He should be grateful that I am not in my full mode.”That made her laugh again, but the sound faded when she suddenly stilled. I felt it before she spoke. A shift in the air. A presence approaching.“My







