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Mystery Alpha Lucas Pov My grip on the container tightened. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that. You should try the information desk." The man's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Of course. But allow me to introduce myself first—I'm Alpha Louis Xander of the Blackwolf Pack."

"Frostbite is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. If we have that elixir, we have nothing to fear anymore." "And frostbite is an irreversible condition for metahumans. Every time they try to power up their Abilities, frostbite would get in their way, and they'd have to pay dearly just to level up." "Yeah, if we can have that elixir…" "What's your price, Captain Frost?" "No wonder Mystic Tiger is the number one base." Praises wouldn't stop coming. After all, this was a bombshell for the bases' top brass. Then, Shawn's snicker silenced everyone, and their attention turned to him. Joshua shrugged it off. He didn't care about the opinion of a loser.

With my heart finally at peace, I lived well with the Frostfang pack. Memories of my past life began to blur and fade. An urgent message arrived from the other patrols one fine day. Warrior Kael of the Silvermoon pack was forcing his way inside. … By the time I arrived at the scene, Kael was already covered in blood. Yet, through sheer willpower and a reckless blaze of wolf energy that seemed to burn his very life away, he broke through the outer defenses and was still trying to advance further.

[COUNTDOWN TO ETERNAL FROST: 48 HOURS, 11 MINUTES. Forty-eight hours. That was all humanity had left before the world froze solid. But as I looked around the underground fortress—the endless supplies, the sealed vaults, the man standing silently beside me—a cold smile slowly spread across my face. Ruthless. Certain. Ready. Let the frost come.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

It was possibly the cruelest form of patience: standing outside her apartment building in the rain, maintaining a presence she could feel through the mate bond but couldn't escape, proving through sheer force of will that he could respect her autonomy while refusing to honor her rejection. By 2 AM, Ash was still standing in the parking garage's rain-exposed section, water streaming down his face, his body temperature running cold enough that normal humans would have hypothermia. His wolf was pacing internally, demanding action, demanding transformation, demanding that he stop this torture and do something. He pulled out his phone and sent a single message: "I'm not leaving Seattle until you

" My body was covered in frostbite. I had barely survived the blizzard, yet all he cared about was whether the samples were intact. I turned my head to avoid his fist and looked at him coldly. "You just shattered your precious samples on the ice, Lucas." Hearing my words, his expression froze, before his gaze followed mine straight towards the shards that were scattered across the ice. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice shuddering, "You'd better pray that there are other samples left, or else…" He shot me a vicious glare, then released me and climbed into another vehicle. The warmth from the car heater brushed over my body. Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed m

we both said at the exact same time. We froze afterwards to catch our breaths, and I noted the blood across his shirt. It was Frost's blood–a testament that he too needed medical attention. "How's Frost?" I demanded, looking into his face. "He's still bleeding," Kyril replied almost immediately. His voice was clipped and controlled. But I could see the tension in the way his fingers flexed at his sides. "It's strange how his wolf healing effects aren't working." "Not working?" I repeated faintly.