He dragged me to his kingdom and forced me to marry him.
He says the mark on my hand means I’m his, that it binds me to him.
But I don’t want our supposed marriage pact, don’t want to sleep with the enemy.
I’m a fighter, and I’ll fight him with everything I have.
He says he’s being merciful by marrying me instead of killing me.
But I’ve seen his coldness, I know what he’s capable of.
The wolf inside of him might think he’s found his mate.
But I will never love his ice cold heart.
Yet my determination doesn’t stop our wedding night from approaching.
Even in his cold bed, I cannot stop the heat from burning the sheets.
Even in his cold arms, I cannot stop my darkest desires from manifesting.
I didn’t want to consummate this forced marriage.
Do I dare give myself to the new king?