WINTER FROST
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WINTER FROST

READING AGE 18+

dyosagardo387 Paranormal Urban

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Seven years ago, Raven Frost made the worst mistake of her life. At nineteen, the mate bond snapped into place between her and Colton Ironfang her childhood best friend and the boy she’d quietly loved for years. Instead of accepting him, she panicked. Saying yes meant staying in their small Arctic pack and giving up her dreams of traveling the world as a wildlife photographer. So she rejected him in front of everyone and walked away, even as she watched the bond tear him apart.She built the life she wanted. She traveled across continents, photographed rare animals, and saw her work published and awarded. But no matter how far she went, nothing felt the same. She never took another lover. Joy tasted muted. She told herself it was simply the cost of freedom.Now her father is gone, and she has no choice but to return to Frostfall for the funeral. Colton is the Alpha now calm, distant, and nothing like the warm boy she left behind. She plans to stay for one week, attend the wedding of her younger sister, and leave again before the past can cut her open a second time.Then she learns the pack’s territory is in danger. Oil companies are trying to force their way in using biased reports and political pressure. Drilling will start in six months unless someone can prove the land’s ecological value. Colton has been fighting alone, and he’s losing.Raven’s photography may be their last chance, so she agrees to help. But working side by side brings the old bond roaring back. They see each other clearly again changed, wounded, and still connected in ways neither can deny. When hired mercenaries target them, survival forces them to trust each other. And this time, walking away might destroy them both.

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Tags: HEsecond chancelightheartedpack
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CHAPTER 30: MORNING AFTER

RAVEN POV

I woke up slowly, like my mind was coming back piece by piece.

Warm. It was really warm.

Sunlight slipped through the window, soft and golden the kind that tells you it’s already mid morning. Not early. Not rushed. Just… quiet.

And then I felt it.

An arm wrapped ar……

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