Matterhorn

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!" "I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull. He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!" "I want to die…" she cried out. Anger roared through him, he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips. "Not before getting a taste of you!"

In a world ruled by power, blood, and unbreakable alliances, Alexander King Costello, the ruthless Italian Mafia don known as the Ice King was promised a bride to seal a vital empire building deal. But on the day of the arranged meeting, the chosen daughter, Emily Havard, vanishes without a trace. Desperate to save their family from Alexander’s wrath, the Havards offer the only thing they have left: their hidden, unwanted son Aiden. A quiet, overlooked young man who has spent his life in the shadows of his own home, Aiden is thrust into a nightmare. Forced into a marriage he never asked for, he becomes nothing more than a temporary replacement. “You are just the replacement till we find her. Know your place,” his mother hisses. His father’s words cut even deeper: “We are doing you a fucking favor.” To Alexander, the swap is an insult. “What do you mean my bride is gone?” he growls, his cold blue eyes promising retribution. Yet as the reluctant union begins, the dangerous don finds himself inexplicably drawn to the soft spoken man who fears him… and somehow sees him. What started as a mistake, a forced marriage built on lies and desperation slowly turns into something neither of them expected. In the dangerous underworld of power and betrayal, falling for each other might be the most dangerous risk of all. "The marriage was a mistake." "But falling for you wasn’t."

A fierce storm erupts on a mountain peak at 25,561 feet, trapping me in the mountain camp under heavy snow. My husband, the leader of the mountain excursion squad, ignores my desperate pleas and hands the last oxygen tank to his beloved true love. "You're a professional climber—you won't die from missing a few breaths," he snaps. "Olivia has always been frail. Without oxygen, she's done for!" I watch as the two of them lean on each other, making their way down the cliffside, and I fall into complete despair. He's already forgotten that my body hasn't been able to survive without oxygen at high altitudes since saving him two years ago.

On the snowy mountain, Shawn Foster's neighbor, Susan Taylor, suffered from altitude sickness. He blamed me for not bringing supplies in time. He tied me up and left me on the mountain, five thousand meters above sea level. "You should experience the pain Susan went through." I rushed up the mountain to find them, completely forgetting that I was already exhausted. Without an oxygen supply, I gasped for air desperately. He held Susan in his arms and headed down the mountain. I begged him for mercy, but he did not even glance at me. I struggled, but I could not break free from the Prusik knot he tied himself. The same knot I once taught him. Three days later, he asked his colleagues about my whereabouts. "I would never have forgiven her so quickly if it's not Susan's kindness." But he did not know—I had long been buried beneath the snow.

Rose Thomas comes to the Moon Valley Pack as a survivor. Her smaller pack was decimated by the rouges that attacked at night. Now a few people lived to tell the tale..

The knights of Saint Christopher arrived, and they brought nightmares to the little convent of the good sisters- an angel who was the opposite of his kind, a forbidden love affair, a predator of innocents, a monster for a father, and a death. Mathilda, who had nothing but hatred for this world, would slay the evils to protect her people, or was she the evil they needed saving from?