All Chapters of The Alpha’s Frozen Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rowan’s POV Silence fell over the clearing all at once. A heavy, dense, unnatural silence—so thick that even the whisper of falling snow became audible. The screams were gone. The cracking of bone had ceased. The electricity that had vibrated through the air slowly sank into the frozen ground. Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly f

Rowan's POV  The first pale light of dawn was already turning the edge of the sky gray when I returned to the house. Frozen chunks of mud and snow fell from my fur, my paws ached, but the storm raging inside me had quieted a little, giving way to a heavy, leaden exhaustion. I shifted back by the back door. My naked body shivered at once in the morning frost, but I barely felt it. I grabbed the pants I had dropped the night before and pulled them on while keeping all my senses focused on the house. I stepped into the kitchen and stopped immediately. It was quiet. But this silence was no longer as suffocating as it had been hours earlier. I closed my eyes and sent my senses upward, toward the second floor. She was there. I heard the slow, steady, still slightly uneven breathing. Caroline was asleep. Her heartbeat had calmed, the fever after the change had faded, and exhaustion had finally pulled her into merciful darkness. Through the bond I no longer felt that sharp, s

Caroline's POV  The air in the room was thick and suffocating, filled with unspoken words and that strange electric tension vibrating between Rowan and me. I stayed turned toward the window, my eyes tracing the distant mountain ridge lined with pine trees. The morning light had grown sharper by now, lighting up the frost patterns on the glass. Long minutes passed in silence. I had already thought Rowan would leave without a word, leaving me alone with my bitterness, when he finally spoke. His voice was not the usual thunderous command. It was much quieter, almost careful. "Is that really how you feel?" he asked behind me. "Do you truly feel that that world, the city, the university, was never yours? That you were only a stranger in your own life?" I slowly turned around. Rowan was still standing at the foot of the bed, his massive figure almost swallowing the light coming in. His face was serious, and there was a depth in his eyes I had never seen

Rowan's POV  I waited until her breathing grew deep and steady, until her weight rested fully against my shoulder. Moving carefully, inch by inch, I laid her back onto the pillow, as if I were holding the rarest crystal in the world. I covered her once more, brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, and stood beside her bed for a moment. The room, which had once been just another room, now felt like a sanctuary. I slowly stepped back, keeping my eyes on her until the very last moment, then quietly closed the door behind me. As I walked down the hallway toward the stairs, I felt every part of my body trembling with held back tension. The emotional storm of the last twenty four hours had drained me more than any physical fight ever could. When I reached the ground floor, the warm light from the kitchen and the scent of freshly brewed tea hit me at once. I stepped inside. My mother and Myra were sitting at the table. Steam rose from the mugs in

Rowan  The air in the kitchen was thick with the smell of frying bacon and with that sweet, choking tension that vibrated between Caroline and me. When I lifted her onto the counter, her nightgown slid up on her thigh, and the sight burned away what little self control I had left. I did not care about Alpha dignity, I did not care about the house or the outside world. I only cared about the golden light in her eyes and the heat that radiated from her skin. My hands were still gripping her hips, but I slowly slid one of them up to the back of her neck, burying my fingers in her silky hair. Caroline tilted her head back, her throat offered and unprotected in the morning light. I felt my inner wolf purr with satisfaction. She was not running. She was not afraid. She was mine. I leaned toward her lips, slowly, inch by inch. I felt her warm breath on my mouth, her scent that intoxicating mix of wilderness and woman stealing my mind completely. Only a hair thi