Preview FROZEN - Book 2 of the Dark Faeverse Series
Aratus POV - The Night Before
The divination crystal shows me her sleeping form one final time—blonde hair spread across silk pillows that cost more than most families see in a lifetime, her perfect features unmarred by the tantrum she threw six hours ago when the seamstresses couldn't achieve the exact shade of blue she demanded for tomorrow's gown.
Princess Elise Montgomery, heir to a shipping fortune built on debts I've been carefully cultivating for sixty years. Tomorrow, all that preparation finally bears fruit.
I trace the crystal's surface with one finger, ice magic responding to my touch as images shift to show her earlier in the day.
The way she demolished an entire jewelry box because none of the diamonds "sparkled properly.
" The manner in which she reduced her ladies' maid to tears over the temperature of her bath water.
Her father's desperate attempts to soothe her with promises of new purchases, new trips, new anything that might make his precious daughter smile.
None of them understand what I see so clearly—that every tantrum is a test, every impossible demand a desperate plea for someone to finally say no. For someone to care enough about her to refuse her destruction.
My cocks harden as I watch the crystal replay her latest performance, the way she arched her back while screaming, unconsciously presenting herself even in her fury.
Her omega nature calls to me through sixty years of careful observation, begging for the alpha strong enough to see past her beautiful chaos to the woman drowning beneath.
Tomorrow, I collect what's mine.
Standing from my desk, I move to the window that overlooks the frozen gardens of my domain. Ice formations spiral in impossible patterns, responding to my emotional state as anticipation builds in my chest. Six centuries I've waited for a mate, and she's been worth every moment of patience.
My reflection in the crystalline glass shows the changes that thinking of her has wrought—ice-blue eyes darkened with hunger, pale skin gleaming with barely contained magic, the outline of my dual cocks already responding to thoughts of her eventual submission.
"Soon," I murmur to the winter wind, and feel the palace itself shiver in response.
I allow my mind to drift to the conditioning that awaits her.
The systematic dismantling of every spoiled expectation, every pampered assumption about how the world should cater to her whims. The gradual understanding that tantrums bring consequences instead of capitulation, that my approval must be earned rather than assumed.
The thought of her on her knees—blonde hair disheveled, pride finally broken, those wide blue eyes looking up at me with desperate need instead of imperious demand—makes my magic flare so intensely that frost spreads across the windows.
But it's not just submission I crave. The divination crystals have shown me glimpses of what lies beneath her bratty surface —brilliant intelligence dulled by constant appeasement, natural grace hidden under layers of petulant performance, genuine sweetness corrupted by a lifetime of people who gave her everything except what she actually needed.
Someone to see her worth. Someone to demand her best. Someone who loves her enough to refuse her worst.
My hand drifts to the front of my breeches, where my cocks strain against expensive leather. The image of her face when she first sees my dual shafts—terror and fascination warring in her expression as she realizes what my claiming will involve—makes me throb with anticipation.
The crystalline shaft will be foreign to her, ridged with formations that pulse with their own cold light.
But it's designed for her pleasure as much as my dominance, each ridge calibrated to find nerves she doesn't know she possesses.
The darker, warmer shaft meant for breeding will knot her and fill her completely while the crystal one torments her with sensations no human male could provide.
I free myself from confinement, both cocks responding to my thoughts with eager attention.
The crystalline one gleams in the moonlight streaming through frost-covered windows, while the flesh one throbs with darker need.
When I take them in my hands, ice magic creates exactly the right temperature and texture to enhance every stroke.
The fantasy builds as I work myself with firm strokes—Elise spread beneath me on crystalline sheets, her protests dissolving into desperate pleas as my ice magic prepares her body for claiming.
The way she'll arch when I breach both her virgin entrances, the shocked cry when both shafts claim what belongs to me, the eventual surrender when she discovers that fighting only makes the pleasure more intense.
"Please, Alpha," I imagine her whispering, the title she doesn't yet know she'll crave falling from lips that currently demand rather than submit. "Please, I need?—"
"You need exactly what I give you," I growl to the empty chamber, pace increasing as the fantasy deepens. "Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else."
In my mind, she's learning to kneel properly, spine straight and knees apart, presenting herself for my inspection with the pride of someone who's finally discovered her true purpose.
No more tantrums, no more impossible demands—just perfect submission earned through careful discipline and rewarded with pleasure beyond her spoiled imagination.
The image of her pregnant with my child, belly round with proof of our bond while she still calls me Alpha with breathless devotion, pushes me over the edge.
My release coats my hands and the crystalline floor, and where it lands, ice formations bloom in patterns that echo the markings she'll eventually bear.
As the intensity fades, I clean myself with magic that transforms evidence into harmless frost, but the anticipation remains. Tomorrow begins the most important work of my six-century existence—transforming a bratty princess into the omega she was always meant to be.
The debt papers are signed. The carriage is prepared. The crystalline chambers that will serve as her new home have been arranged to provide every comfort she could need and none of the luxuries she's learned to demand.
Princess Elise Montgomery has no idea that her tantrums are about to meet their match in an alpha who believes love means never accepting less than her best.
She will learn.
And I will teach her with all the patience and precision that six decades of preparation can provide.
Tomorrow, the real work begins.
FROZEN - Coming Soon
When ice meets fire, when structure meets chaos, when a spoiled princess discovers that some cages are built from discipline and devotion—and that the right cage can set a bird free.