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“Preoccupied with having sex with the Lycan king?” I frown at him, but ignore his insinuations. “I got into the magical department. Soon, I will be in the military again.” “Your sexual escapades with the Lycan king have been talked about all around the palace,” he says, as if he didn’t hear what I just said. “You are pretty brazen, huh? Who would have thought?” I raise my eyebrow. “I will start with the sleep spell prototypes soon.” “Or maybe, is it the Lycan King’s skills on the bed? The most recent I’ve heard is that you’re being pleasured by him in the balcony.”

​I looked down at my own chest. ​My shirt was gone. The skin over my sternum was completely black, covered in a thick, creeping layer of jagged blue ice. The True King's magic wasn't just a spell; it was a physical parasite. It was feeding on the Alpha spark I had used to cure Elara, mutating it into a weapon of absolute zero. ​"You're... burning the house down," I whispered, the words slurring out of my mouth in a cloud of white mist.

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."

"Take the companies. Take the house. Take every cent in the Vane vaults. But don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like I’m a stranger. I looked down at the dark, thick hair I had tangled my fingers in during the hours of our most intense passion. I felt the heat of his body, the physical strength that usually overwhelmed me, now reduced to a desperate plea. "You knelt for me to prove you were mine, Xavier," I said, my voice trembling. "But a King who lies to his Queen is just a traitor in a crown." I reached down and forced him to stand, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I wanted him to see the "Ice Queen" he had created.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him closer as the world around us disappeared. The ice king had finally melted, and I was going to make sure he burned. Not with fire. But with my heat.

His breathing evened out, becoming a deep, rhythmic growl that vibrated through my entire skeleton. He sat up, pulling me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me with a grip that would have broken a normal woman’s ribs. "You're a fool," he whispered into my hair, his voice thick with raw emotion. "You could have died." "And you’re a billionaire who just let a senile board member poison him," I retorted, though I was shaking so hard I could barely get the words out. "I think we’re even." Silas pulled back, his eyes finally settling into a steady, glowing gold. He looked at Arthur, who was groaning on the floor, then back at me. The predatory Ice King was back, but there was something new in

Something snapped in my head and before I even realized what I was doing, I hurled my stick across the ice, the sound of it clattering loudly against the boards. “Damn it!” I muttered, turning sharply. “Mercer…” I didn’t wait, I pushed off, heading toward the exit. My skate slipped. One second I was moving, the next, my foot twisted awkwardly beneath me. Pain shot through my knee instantly, sharp and blinding. “Shit!” I groaned, hitting the ice hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me. For a second, everything went quiet then I heard voices and footsteps. “Mercer’s down!”

It crackles and cracks as it turns flesh into ice but I spare his head. I turn my gaze to meet scared blue eyes below a mop of sickly blond hair. He’s crying and he can barely speak. I withdraw my magic and sobs fill the air. I let that same magic crackle again just to remind him it’s still here, still ready to turn him into a block of ice if he annoys me. “K… King Alizadeh is asking for an audience with you. H… h.. he sent me.” My eyes heat up and an ice ball forms in the air. The servant gasps and bolts into run and I smile slightly.

*** Throne room, Nether Moon pack *** Lucas's POV~ So long and I still hadn't heard from her. I was worried sick and it made zero sense. Me...Alpha Lucas? Under a spell? Impossible! I had consulted the Oracle and he claimed that I was under no spell whatsoever. So why did she preoccupy my mind so much? Just what kind of witchcraft was this?