"Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart- only the King's law." I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" "Be silent," he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom." He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. "If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Fire and ice were never meant to survive together.Maeve O'Connor never expected to find her fated mate at a diplomatic gala-and definitely not the most terrifying Alpha in existence. Bjorn rules the frozen North with brutal efficiency. He wears the pelts of enemies he's skinned alive, speaks a language she can barely understand, and has a presence that makes wolves twice her rank submit. When the mate bond slams into them both, he gives her four days to prepare for her new life in the Arctic.In the land where only the strong survive, fire and ice will either forge something unbreakable-or destroy each other trying.