Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winter's Mate: Fated on Ice : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 63 - picking up from school RosieI walked out of the school door at the end of another long, exhausting day, fumbling with my bag while trying to straighten out the wrinkles on my jacket when I heard it—the collective gasp followed immediately by high-pitched fangirl screaming that had become an unfortunately regular occurrence, and I rolled my eyes.Here we go again.Every single time Jude dropped by to pick me up from the pack school, the reaction was always the same. People would stop mid-conversation and stare. Some would whisper excitedly to each other. And the unmarried women, hell, even some of the married ones, would always gush and coo about how incredibly lucky I was to have him.And yes, I was really, truly lucky to have Jude in my life. I knew that. I thanked the moon goddess for him every single day. But that didn't mean the constant attention and swooning wasn't sometimes annoying when I was tired and my feet hurt and I just wanted to go home.But what made me

The words hung in the air between us as my mother gasped, her hand flying to her chest in shock."Just get out of our house," my father said after a long, tense moment, lowering his hand, but his expression still twisted with fury. "You are not welcome here. Never step foot in this house again.""I'll gladly leave," I said. I didn't know where the anger in me came from. I was so mad right now as I grabbed Jude's hand and started walking toward the door because I was done. "I never had parents like you anyway.""Sophia could never do this!" my mother's voice rang out behind me in a lamenting tone.I stopped walking. My entire body froze mid-step, and I felt something cold wash over me. I turned around slowly to face them again, and for the first time in my life, I looked at my parents with genuine disgust. Not fear, nor shame, nor the desperate need for their approval.Pure disgust.These people were horrible; they didn't have even an ounce of empathy for their own children. They were

People walking past the shop started stopping to look through the windows, and a small crowd began gathering outside, murmuring amongst themselves about the scene unfolding. I could hear their comments drifting in through the open door, things like "That's a mother who's expecting; she should let the child have it" and "Pregnant women should be setting better examples," and I felt my jaw clench with irritation because they had no idea what they were talking about.Rosie looked at the crying child on the ground, then at the onlookers, then back at the two innocent donuts sitting in the display case. And I watched in absolute amazement and disbelief as my mate deliberately lowered herself down onto the bakery floor and started crying too, full-on wailing just like the kid was doing. The murmuring from the onlookers stopped abruptly, and the store lady's mouth fell open in complete shock, her lips pursing as she tried to process what was happening. Even the child stopped mid-tantrum to

Chapter 67 - RitualsRosie It had been three months since we welcomed little Snow into our family of two, now three, and two and a half months since I'd been discharged from the hospital after what felt like endless medical care and scrutiny from the doctors who kept warning me with serious faces about "little to no stress," and I'd nodded because honestly, I couldn't wait to get home.Before we left the hospital, I'd asked the doctor about what had happened to Snow, asked why his hair and eyes were white and his skin was so pale, and the doctor had explained that because of the silver knife that had stabbed me months ago, the poison had changed our child's constitution. And Jude had immediately blamed himself when he heard that, his face crumpling with guilt as he said it was his fault for not protecting me better that day. But I nudged him and chided him firmly. "Stop saying that, silly!" I told him. "Our child is still the strongest and most beautiful baby in the entire world."A

As promised, this is it 🫣🫣 Bonus Chapter — Bad TimingJudeA few months after Snow’s birth.I gently cradled Snow in his cot, carefully patting his back when I noticed him stir, and I smiled as happiness settled warm in my stomach and mind because Snow was here. Half of me and my mate, I looked at the sleeping baby, and my heart pulled fiercely because I’d protect this being with everything I had in my life.My son.After rocking him to sleep while reading the bedtime book twice because Snow had looked at me with those white eyes that I’d caved immediately as the completely spineless father I was. I pressed a kiss to his silver hair and left the nursery quietly before walking down the short hallway and pushing open the door to our room.I paused at the door as my eyes nearly bugged out of my socket. My throat immediately bobbed and my nose flared as it caught the whiff of her arousal; blood went roaring through my veins because Rosie was on the bed in a see-through crimson silk lin