10. The Frost King

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THE FROST KING

I t was foolish to let the other part of him out.

Almost as foolish as the dinner. He knows the end is coming, and nothing can prevent it. The cold in his body is growing more intense—settling into the marrow of his bones and turning his blood to ice. Soon, there will be nothing left, not even the beast.

Bringing her here was a mistake. He never should’ve given in to the weak male inside of him.

Indeed, she will turn from him now. Why did he even want her in the first place?

The beast does not know, nor does he care.

At least, that’s what he tells himself as he stands outside her door. She is not asleep. He can hear her uneven breaths and the sound of her rustling sheets. The thought of going into her room is fleeting. One that is not unpleasant but all the same unwelcome.

Her rejection will come swiftly, leaving him to his dreadful future—the one of his own making.

Inhaling her lovely scent one last time, he turns from her door and vows never to find himself outside of it again.