All Chapters of The Alpha’s Frozen Heart: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rowan  As we emerged from the cave, the frozen mountain air struck my face like a sobering slap. I carried Caroline in my arms, feeling the heat radiating from her body slowly seep into my own skin, which had been frozen solid. Behind me, Jake trudged through the snow, the ancient records in his hands—records that had forever changed everything we believed about ourselves. When we reached the house, the pack was already waiting in the courtyard. Marcus, Elias, and the others—wounded, exhausted, yet watching us with guarded anticipation. Since Silas’s death, I had been the sole Alpha, the undisputed leader who held them together with iron discipline and the cold inside my own chest. But as I looked down at the girl stirring in my arms, I knew the old order was over. I slowly set Caroline down on the stone of the porch. Though she still looked weak, her bearing had changed. The woman standing before them was no longer a frightened victim desperate to flee,

Rowan  After the tense meetings held in the great hall, the house finally fell silent. Elena and Jake had withdrawn, and the members of the pack retreated as well, leaving us alone within the heavy stone walls. In the air vibrated that unmistakable electric tension that had existed between Caroline and me from the very first moment, but now it had grown darker, hungrier. Caroline stood at the edge of the cavern bath, steam curling thickly around her legs. The thin white shirt she wore had dampened from the heat and clung to her skin like a second layer. When she looked at me, the golden ring around her eyes nearly glowed in the half-light. She wasn’t waiting. I stepped up to her and wrapped my hand around her waist. The instant our skin touched, that familiar electric discharge was no longer a small spark but a sweeping wave that tore through my nerves. Caroline tipped her head back with a soft, strangled sigh as my lips found her neck. “Rowan…” sh

Caroline The two weeks following our union felt as though the mountain itself had finally drawn a steady breath. The bond sealed in the cavern bath did not only bind the two of us irrevocably together; somehow, it calmed the entire pack and the estate as well. Silas’s cruel legacy—the fear seeping from the walls and the ice-cold guilt—slowly evaporated, replaced by a strange, muted, yet stable sense of peace. The snowstorms that had battered the house for weeks at last subsided. The sun’s rays no longer merely blinded on the ice; at times, they even carried warmth to the rocks. The roads, though still difficult, became passable again. Movement resumed between the northern and southern slopes of the mountain. Rowan—my Alpha—and I spent every day restoring order within the pack. In the great hall where terror once reigned, we redistributed duties with the help of Elena and Jake. There was no longer any need for threats; the wolves felt the weight of our dual auth

Rowan  The door shattered as it slammed into the wall. My shoulder screamed from the impact, but I felt no pain; the rage that had moments ago flooded my mind froze into icy terror in my veins. “Caroline!” I shouted, but my voice broke against the bathroom’s cold tiles. My heart stopped at the sight. Caroline lay motionless on the floor. Her skin was deathly pale, her lips tinged blue in the dim light. The brilliant golden fire that had once burned in her eyes was completely gone. She looked like a shattered porcelain doll I had knocked from the shelf with my own hands. “No, no, no… sweetheart, please!” I dropped to my knees beside her. The hands that moments earlier could have strangled the world now trembled helplessly as I cradled her face in my palms. Her body was soft and terrifyingly light. Our bond—that powerful electric chain that bound us together—now vibrated as a hair-thin, dying thread. I could barely feel her. “Wake up! I’m

Rowan  After the night spent in Myra’s hut, morning greeted us with blinding white light. The storm had passed, and the mountain lay so still it was as if it, too, were holding its breath, listening for the news that was about to reach our home. Caroline was still weak, but in her eyes there was no longer pain. There was a new, steely resolve. As I helped her onto the horse and settled her tightly behind me, I felt the heat radiating from her body, the fire that now burned not only for her, but for the life growing inside her. When we rode into the courtyard of the estate, the pack was already waiting. Marcus, Elias, and the others stood in silent lines. I saw the uncertainty on their faces. They knew something had happened in the cave, they had seen my collapse the day before, and they wanted answers. I dismounted slowly and lifted Caroline down from the saddle. I did not let go of her hand. That electric vibration which, from the very first day, had bo