For some couples, it was love at first sight.
For Rhen Fujisaki and his mate, the love hasn’t happened yet. But the hate is strong.
He’s the leader of the vampire clan. His mate is the Goddess of War. They’ve both been banished to a frozen tundra called the Frostlands, where danger lurks around every corner. To survive, they’ll have to work together. But his mate would rather end his life than help save it.
Rhen knows he’s to blame for the hatred she feels for him. Yet, every attempt to prove that he loves her usually ends with her trying to kill him. Apologies don’t work on his mate. Neither do gifts. Since his love tactics aren’t swaying her, he’s going to focus on something he’s good at – war tactics.
This Christmas, he’s going to win the heart of his Goddess or die trying.
*WARNING: This book ends with a cliffhanger!
Book 4 coming in July 2021!
“I’m not the same vampire I was that night, Winter,” Rhen said, voice low.
“And I’m not the same Winter I was that night. I know better than to put my faith in anyone other than myself. If you need help coming up with a plan, I’ll help…”
“No, thank you. I got this.” He would show her that he could handle sh*t like this on his own.
“Rhen, I can…”
“I don’t need your help, Winter. I’ve told you what I came to say. I’ll leave now.”
“Hey, Rhen,” She called after him.
Ignoring her, he headed over to his bike. He’d just climbed on and was getting ready to shove his helmet on when he heard her open her front door.
“Get in here.”
He froze. Surely, he hadn’t heard her correctly. Not once had she ever invited him into her cabin. Moving slowly, afraid that if he moved too fast, he’d wake up from this dream, Rhen lowered his helmet and fastened it back into its place on his snow-bike. He wanted to ask her to repeat herself, but was afraid the response would be different.
Instead, he climbed off his bike. He felt like he was moving in slow motion as he walked over to her fence. He stood close to the fence and stared down at it, expecting it to spark. It didn’t. The lock on the gate clicked open. She’d let down her defenses for him. His gaze rose to the cabin, to her.
He couldn’t stop a tremble from creeping over him. She was letting him inside. His gums ached as his fangs dropped. He balled his hands into fists, not wanting her to see his nails changing into claws. Standing at her gate, staring at her, Rhen took a deep breath and released it slowly.
We will not hurt her, he told the darkness inside of him. That can never happen again. I’d rather hurt myself than hurt her. The bloodlust inside of him was rising. But it wasn’t trying to take over. It wasn’t craving her to the point of obsession. Well, it was, but it knew the consequences.
It knew that hurting her was akin to hurting himself. It knew that hurting her would send him spiraling into an abyss of depression that would lead to him going on a killing spree. It would lead to him killing any and everyone who looked at him wrong. It had damn near led to him losing his title as ruler of the vampires.
Most importantly, it would lead to his mate staring at him with fear, disgust and hatred in her pretty brown eyes. And tears. Tears, those were the worst. Seeing his mate cry was already hard. Knowing he was the reason behind her crying felt like he’d been having his skin ripped from him body.
At that thought, his dark companion, bloodlust, retreated, slithering back down into its hole. Yes, he was a vampire. Yes, he craved blood, Yes, he needed it to survive. But he’d rather die than feed off his mate again. Even just a little bit of her blood could send him over the edge. For that reason, he had to resist it.
But he didn’t have to resist her. As long as he resisted her blood, he could allow himself to be near her. And now, she was allowing him inside. Asking him to come inside. She was standing at the door, holding it open, for him. Him! His mate leaned her hip against the door and cocked her head to the side.
“Are you coming or what?”
Rhen smiled a wicked smile. I’m coming. I’m coming for you, Winter Warren. He pulled the gate open and stepped inside. For the first time since being cursed to the Frostlands, Rhen felt like was going home.
Now he just had to give his mate a reason to let him stay home.