All Chapters of Moonlit ice, A wolf's fated mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Looking only at Roman, I gather my courage to ask,“Can I—can I see your wolf? For two reasons, really. One, I need some confirmation that this is happening, even if it’s a dream. Two, if this is really happening, I really want to see him.”The way Roman’s face lights up tells me everything I need to know before he springs from his chair.“Okay, but let’s go up to the roof. Do you feel up to it? This is a small room and might be a little cramped for my wolf.”Full of excitement, even if this is crazy, I hop out of bed a little too quickly on my wobbly legs. Roman notices and scoops me up into a cradle again. Lightning shoots through my skin everywhere we touch—which is currently pretty much everywhere. If it’s really always like this, I may never want to walk on my own again.“I got you, little one,” he says as he nuzzles the top of my head before dropping a tiny kiss to my forehead.I melt even further into his arms when I realize that the nuzzling makes a lot more sense now. This is

releasing an angry screech, I stomp up to the car as my driver opens the door.“What can I do for you Madam India?” the ancient man asks.“You can shut the door, shut up, drive, and leave me alone,” I snapped.What the hell just happened? I know I’m not Roman’s favorite person, but I thought we’d been finding a rhythm. After Daddy told his father about the king’s plans, I thought things would get better.I thought he’d be excited about being a King. Not just some commander and hockey player. He was always meant for so much more.And I will be his queen.I can’t help the sinister smile that overtakes my face. I’m going to be a queen. A QUEEN. A fucking queen. And then, the rest of our plans can finally take shape.If I could just find a way to help him get over his little commoner mate, everything would be so much simpler. I mean it was over five hundred years ago that our fathers got rid of the bitch. You’d think he’d move on already.ERH! I’m so glad I haven’t found my mate. I don’t

I wake with a start as Zoey crashes around the room, complaining that her alarm didn’t go off.What a weird dream, I think to myself, but a chuckle escapes me, causing Zoey to stop her mid-morning tantrum and just stare at me.“Sorry. I had the weirdest dream,” I say, reaching for my phone on my bedside table and powering it back on.“You’ll never—” I trail off as I see a text pop up on my phone from an unknown number.It couldn’t have been real! Werewolves?! That bitch.I’m grumbling at my phone about stupid bitches and werewolves when Zoey coughs, reminding me I was talking to her before I got distracted.“Um, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I try to placate her, but quicker than I realize, she snatches the phone out of my hand.“OH MY GAWD, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!” she laughs out loud.“You were with Roman last night?! We fell asleep watching a movie. How did I miss this?!”She’s practically yelling, and I can’t exactly tell if she’s excited or angry—maybe a little bit of both.“

Lucien's POVWolf shifters don’t need weapons, but the royal family is a stickler for tradition. I can fight with a sword as well as I can fight with my body.“You can leave now,” I say coldly. “My father has spoken.”“Lower your sword, Lucien.” My father gives me a displeased look. “Thorne, please go. I wish to have a word with my son.”Without another look at us, Thorne walks out. The door closes behind him, and I sheathe my sword. “I’m not mating his daughter. Before you say anything, know that that’s not going to happen. I don’t like her.”“She’s quite beautiful.” My father leans back in his chair, studying me.“You always preach to me about fairness.” I give him a heavy look. “That woman is ambitious, and she has a cruel streak. How can I even consider—”“You could keep her in check. Luna, even if she is the queen, isn’t going to build any power unless you give it to her.”I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You keep forgetting the small matter of me already having a fated mate, Fa

Andrei is sitting on one of the ottomans in the living room, feigning casual indifference, but there’s a strange look on his face, and his body language is tense. I feel a different kind of tug towards him that I still don't understand. Seeming to notice it as well, he looks in our direction, and we make eye contact for only a moment before he quickly bolts from the room, leaving me feeling like I did something wrong. Werewolves are weird.Roman is still leading me through their home while my thoughts wander to all I’ve learned today. We reach the door to the roof, and my excitement returns.“You seemed to really enjoy it up here the other night, so I added a few things,” he tells me almost sheepishly. I’ve never seen such a giant, gorgeous man look bashful, but I kind of love it.I’m probably smiling like an idiot while he practically drags me up the stairs. He stops on the top steps and spins around so fast that it causes me to fumble for the handrails.“Will you… will you close you