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“Not even by accident.” “I’m not stupid!” “You underestimate him.” I hated that he had a point. The footsteps moved across the living room above us, slow as death, stopping directly over our heads. I stared up at the ceiling as frost formed tiny white veins across the wood. The cellar air grew colder, heavier, thinner,like the forest itself had followed him inside.Then the Winter King murmured: “I know you hear me.” I pressed my hands against my ears. Didn’t help. “Liora… Little Star… open the door.” Never, Ever,Ever.

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

POV DARLENE The air didn't just turn cold; it died. The moment the Frost-Walker King made his declaration, the remaining warmth of the morning sun was extinguished as if a giant, icy hand had snuffed out a candle. From the battlements of the Blood Fortress, I watched in silent horror as the "Great Winter" surged up the mountain slopes. It wasn't a natural storm of snow and wind; it was a creeping, skeletal plague of white frost that turned the very air into a web of jagged glass.

I met Devin at the castle's main entrance, marveling at how the young wolf seemed impervious to the cold in her light jacket. "Ready for the grand tour?" Devin asked, bouncing on her toes. I nodded, pulling my borrowed down coat and woolen scarf tighter around me. "Lead the way." We set off, Devin's steady stream of commentary painting a vivid picture of life in Winterspire. As we walked, I couldn't help but be awed by the castle's architecture. Soaring towers of pale gray stone stretched toward the sky, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns of frost. Massive windows of what appeared to be ice rather than glass caught the sunlight, sending rainbows dancing across the snow.

Why is my mate calling to me early before the break of dawn? With no other choice, I follow it. I went beyond the double doors of my room and passed a hallway filled with magnificent paintings. I passed down the staircase. I passed the throne room and an open door next to a wide balcony. It never sank in my mind that the Winter Castle is, well, a castle. We don’t have castles in the Moonflame Pack but we have mansions and manors and other huge houses. From the main entrance to my chamber is a ten-minute walk alone. How huge this white home of the Alpha King with an exterior of ice-like glass and an interior that looked as if it was crafted by a thousand artists. And I’m walking into its beau

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Looked at the dark hedges on either side of the path and the amber light ahead and the academy's high windows burning warm against the island dark. Felix had decided. Whatever calculation he'd been making was careful. quiet She put her phone away and walked faster.

"It really has been a long time since you've been back, hasn't it?" "Too long." Caden watched the scenery pass by and Jocelyn wondered what he was thinking. The evergreens were covered in white snow, creating the perfect Christmas postcard. In fact, many photographers had used the winter landscape of Christmas Cove over the years for just that reason. Within minutes, the trees gave way to a castle made with huge white stones that shimmered in the sunlight. In the back was what looked to be ski slopes with white snow as far as the eye could see behind it. "Wow."

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

It was the first time he'd been in my room, the room suddenly became smaller, or maybe just differently sized, with him in the doorway looking at the bookshelf I'd built out of the one shelf that was there and two stacks of books on the floor beside it, the cardigan draped over the chair, the mug on the nightstand, the novel face-down on the bed. My room, my actual private space with him standing in it. "Sorry about the…" I gestured vaguely at the general situation. "It's your room," he said, like that was the end of that. He looked at the bookshelf, then at me. He then opened the folder and I sat on the edge of the bed because there was nowhere else obvious to sit and he stayed standing whi