The Cursed Alpha King is My Second Chance Mate
“You’re pushing it, Slade.”
But he wasn’t done. “Snowy,” he said, his voice softening as if the word itself deserved reverence.
The moment he uttered the nickname, an image flashed in my mind so vividly that it nearly made me stagger. Pale skin, glowing like moonlight. Hair so white it rivaled the freshest snow, cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes... hauntingly beautiful, like twin stars in a twilight sky. There was something ethereal about her, something that tugged at a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge.