The Winter Soldier Novel Novels & Stories

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

Each thunderous step felt like a desperate attempt to escape my growing feelings—the realization that Winter had entered my life and forever changed the path I thought I was meant to follow. I was a warrior and a chief scarred by loss, driven by an unwavering loyalty to my tribe. Yet as I ran, I could no longer ignore the inner battle tearing through me. My mate was small, fragile, and goddamn human; fate had twisted in ways I never expected. How could I balance my duty with the emotional storm raging inside me?

August replied. Winter took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. He walked toward the doorway, stopping just inside it. His gaze settled on River’s broken wolf form. The animal did not stir. August watched the side of Winter’s face for several heartbeats before he spoke. “Aren’t you being a little too intertwined in this?” he asked quietly. Winter did not turn. “What do you mean?” “With the girl,” August said. “You are allowing yourself to be consumed by her.”

weak, and vulnerable. Hiding behind thick bushes, I spied on W.I.K.D's site, something was different about them, the way they moved, the energy coming off them was almost... inhumane. I couldn't recognize a single agent from last night, these weren't the same men the she-wolf and I walk through, I don't know what is going on but I could tell it's best I find Amber and head back to the factory. "Amber," I whispered through the mind l**k, but she didn't respond,

“I am beginning to worry about her. I know she’s gone through a lot lately, so I figured I’d make her dinner and then set up a relaxing bubble bath for her.“ “Winter is a tough cookie. I’m sure she will be home soon.“ Maddie said, trying to be positive. “From what I have seen, our future Luna is a badass. Maybe she just needs to decompress.“ Jade followed. I nodded my head trying to stay positive, but I can’t help but worry. In a few months time, Winter has learned of her true self, gained her wolf, killed the feral rogue leader, and found the culprit behind all of the attacks against Black Howl. She’s proven, on more than one occasion, that she can handle anything that comes her way.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Back in the woods, Chris had given her his jacket, and now the clothes he had left on were soaked through and freezing. Chris kicked Skyla away. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward to check on her and confirm that she was dead. Chris kept the hand holding the gun behind Winter’s head, blocking her from turning back to look. “I need to ask her.” Winter’s eyes were red. “I need to ask her what she meant.” A chill seemed to crawl out from deep inside her bones, making her tremble uncontrollably. The baby. Skyla had drugged her. But why had Winter survived while the baby died?

Can he erase being the first monster who touched her that night? No. “Can you pay Lucy Roshid,” I ask darkly, “for shoving your disgusting cock inside her the way you did that first night?” His face twists in confusion. “Lucy Roshid? I don’t know any…” “Salt.” The word slices through the room. “The girl you knew as Salt at Davenport.” Recognition slams into his face. Then horror. Pure, naked horror. “P...Please…” I don’t hesitate. Not for even a second. I raise the silencer. Aim straight for his chest.

Yet, I have witnessed far worse in my previous existences, having lived through various lifetimes—some where I aged alongside my mate and others where I met an untimely end. He lunged at me, and I sidestepped his attack. "Just let me kill you already," he growled, but I tilted my head, observing as another warrior approached. I effortlessly tossed him aside, only to find Winter charging at me once more. He intended to use his men as a diversion, but I evaded his strikes again, this time ensuring I struck him with my paw. He whimpered as he rushed at me again. Is this really the formidable Alpha Winter that everyone speaks of? Even Arnold could take him down with a single blow.