His frozen obsession

They bargained my body to save their legacy. Now, I'm carrying the heir of a monster.

I knew my duty: marry the ruthless Alpha Ash Blackwood and provide him with an heir. My father sold me for a chance at power, and I, like a fool, hoped my new husband would be different from the cold, calculating man who raised me.

He wasn't.

Ash is a king of ice, his touch as clinical as his contract. He doesn't desire me; he requires a vessel. I am a transaction, a womb for his successor. The moment I saw the two pink lines on the test, my fate was sealed. The heir is confirmed. My purpose is served.

But now, something is changing.

The cold in his eyes is shifting into something sharper, more possessive. He watches me constantly, his silence feeling less like indifference and more like a predator stalking his claim. He doesn't speak of love but of ownership. He doesn't offer comfort, but a cage gilded in gold and silence.

My father's coldness was neglect. Ash is an obsession, frozen solid, until my defiance begins to crack the surface. And when the ice finally shatters, I fear I won't find warmth underneath-only a consuming fire that will burn us both.

He got the heir he demanded. Now, his frozen obsession is turning into a desperate, all-consuming claim... and I'm not sure I'll survive it.