Aiden Snow Audiobook Novels & Stories

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

she asked, not sure what to do. "Ahhh!" When Lyca heard Adam cry out, she stopped moving and turned around to see what was going on. "Adam..." Lyca stopped and whispered as she walked up to the man. She can't say anything about what she sees in the cage. Adam is in pain because of a forced turn, and Snow is shocked as she sees Adam's bones breaking violently and the cracks opening up.

Ten years slipped by like gentle seasons in the valley they called home—a sprawling house with wide fields, forests at the edge for long runs, and laughter echoing constantly. Aiden was fifteen now—a tall, strong boy turning into a young man. His silver-gold hair hung long and wild, eyes a swirling mix of calm and wisdom beyond his years. He was a master of his shift—his pup form massive and beautiful, control perfect. His power could heal small wounds, calm angry classmates, and mediate fights. But the burden of his gift was quiet—visions of distant clans needing help haunted him. Sometimes, the family traveled east or west to mediate peace and end old grudges.

Staring out of the clear window, Aiden finds the scene outside amusing and calming as specks of snow swirl around. The unusual silence that filled his room, the beating of his heart as moisture settles on the window and slowly dripped down in zigzags. He was having the peace to himself and for the first time, he wished to just lay there for hours without worrying about a pack to rule. A morning training to show up to or the competition that dropped out of nowhere. He took in a deep breath and his muscled chest heaved up and down in a slow motion.

And he hoped that he was man enough to live up to them. Aiden was so afraid that he couldn’t. Because he knew that he’d been doing the ultimate snow job on her. Convincing her that he was a whole man when inside he was empty. When inside he’d been eaten up by that long ago vow. And only now that she was in his heart, did he feel like he was starting to be someone completely whole. “Sweetheart, I’m not an easy person to live with,” she said slowly. “Neither am I, Neve.”