เข้าสู่ระบบRosalie’s POVThe heavy, hollow click of the receiver hitting the cradle sounded like the dropping of a guillotine blade. The dial tone was gone, but the venomous echo of Eric’s voice remained, bouncing off the pristine stone walls of my quarters, choking the air right out of my lungs.*If you take that crown tomorrow, I will have you killed before the coronation sun sets.*A violent tremor started in my knees and raced upward, turning my blood to absolute ice. The plastic of the telephone receiver felt slick against my palm, coated in the cold sweat breaking out across my skin. My chest heaved, taking in short, shallow gasps of air that did nothing to ease the suffocating pressure mounting behind my ribs.He knew. Word of the selection tiers had reached the Northern Frost, and the reality of what I had accomplished had driven him into a corner.A bitter, hysterical laugh threatened to tear past my lips, but it caught in my throat, tasting like bile. He thought I was doing this o
Rosalie’s POV The vibration of his voice—that terrifying, low baritone—still hung in the sweltering air of the sanctuary, a physical pressure that seemed to rattle the very bones in my chest. *“Remember who owns the cliff.”* I sat perfectly rigid beneath the dense weight of the sable blankets, my fingers unconsciously curling into the plush fur. Every muscle in my body was locked, bracing against the sudden, violent shift in the room’s atmosphere. The transition was so abrupt it made my stomach turn; the blistering, raw heat of his bare torso was gone, replaced by a wall of sub-zero, royal detachment. Dominic stood tall at the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders squared as he drew the cold, unyielding mask of the sovereign seamlessly back over his features. His gold eyes, which had burned with such desperate, unvarnished intensity while he held me through the dark, had narrowed into hardened, lethal slits.He looked exactly like the heartless tyrant the realm feared. The mons
Dominic’s POVRosalie’s lips pressed into a hard, stubborn line. She didn’t even hesitate. “No.”A spark of my dominant, ruthless self flared instantly in my chest, my inner wolf baring its teeth at the sudden defiance. I leaned forward, my large shadow casting over her as my tone turned commanding. “I am not asking, Rose. I am demanding it. Give me the name.”She didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream like she had last night. Instead, she lazily brushed it off, her eyes fixed on mine with a chilling indifference. “It’s not important. What will you do when you find out anyway?”The question caught me completely off guard, puzzling me. “What do you mean, *what will I do*? I will fucking make them regret the day they were born.”Rosalie let out a sharp, mocking breath, her eyebrows raising in an open challenge. “Why? For me? You just met me ten days ago.”The words struck my chest like a physical blow.*Ten days.*It dawned on me with a sudden, terrifying clarity. I had really only kn
Dominic’s POVThe sudden, sharp shift of the mattress woke me the exact second the dawn fully broke over the horizon.My eyes snapped open. Cynthia—no, the girl wearing her name—was already sitting up beside me, her uninjured hand pushing the sable blankets away from her waist. We were so close our faces were nearly touching, the pale morning light illuminating every sharp line of her profile.I looked at her, my analytical gaze scanning her features, trying to read the shift in her aura. Was she going to scream? Was she going to slide back into the terror of the night before?But as she met my eyes, her expression instantly locked into place. The raw, bleeding vulnerability from the dark had vanished, replaced by that familiar, composed, unreadable mask. She was collected. She was completely pulling her old, fierce self back together right in front of my eyes.Without saying a word, she slid her legs over the edge of the mattress, letting go of my warmth as she tried to stand up
Dominic’s POVThe heavy oak doors of my sanctuary remained securely bolted, shutting out the rest of the frantic, burning world, but inside these stone walls, the silence was still a suffocating trap.An hour had passed. The heavy crimson drapes were still drawn against the freezing winter air, and the fire in the large hearth roared, throwing deep orange heat into the room. Yet, she hadn’t stopped shivering. She remained tightly coiled into that defensive, desperate ball at the absolute edge of the mattress, her back stubbornly turned to me. Every few minutes, a violent tremor would wrack her small frame, a physical manifestation of the agony left behind by Calder setting her broken joints and the lingering, icy shock of the cellar.I was losing my mind.I had never felt so utterly paralyzed. I could command battalions, I could rewrite the laws of the realm with a single stroke of a pen, but sitting here on the edge of the velvet bed, I had absolutely no idea how to snap her out
Dominic’s POVThe brief, fracturing spike of clarity she had given me in the depths of the boiler room didn’t last.By the time I carried her halfway up the steep, narrow stone steps of the maintenance sector, the adrenaline that had dragged my name from her lips completely evaporated. The heavy, protective warmth of my cedar-and-frost Alpha scent was rolling over her in suffocating waves, but it wasn’t enough to keep her anchored. Her fingers, which had been weakly clutching the silver buttons of my shirt, slowly lost their strength. They slipped away, falling limp and heavy against my chest.“Cynthia,” I growled softly, my pace quickening as I cleared the threshold of the subterranean vaults and burst into the wider, torch-lit corridors of the palace’s lower levels. “Stay with me. Look at me.”She didn’t answer. She didn’t even blink.The frantic chaos of the castle was deafening all around us. Squads of royal guards were sprinting through the hallways, their armor clanking lou







