THE DARK WEREWOLF PRINCE AND HIS COLD MATE

The forest breathed in darkness, its ancient trees whispering secrets older than time. A cold wind stirred the leaves, carrying with it the scent of fear and something far more dangerous.

Kael moved like a shadow silent, relentless. His golden eyes pierced the night, burning with a fierce hunger that had nothing to do with blood. Tonight, the moon was a pale witness to his torment as only she was the only one who was,who is and would be able to torment him.

They called her heartless,a monster ,a curse.....

A girl born without warmth, untouchable by fate, cursed by whispers in the village. But to Kael, she was more than a myth, more than a ghost in the dark. She was the pulse that stirred his savage soul, the enigma that clawed at his last shred of humanity.

Every step toward her was a step deeper into forbidden territory a world where love was a sin, and desire a death sentence.

Yet, Kael was willing to risk everything, even the beast within, for a chance to claim what was never meant to be his.

Because some hearts, even the coldest, beat louder in the silence.

And some howls refuse to be silenced.