Elin’s POV

The next two days, Aaron threw himself into reshaping the third army. Now, he truly was a king—commanding awe. But each morning before leaving the villa, as he kissed me, his pheromones thick with tender devotion. Fiona smiled at me: “The cold wolf king’s softness? Only for Elin.”

By 10 a.m., the light was good, air less biting. Sunlight glittered off the snow outside, blinding. I finished training and headed to the hospital for Yanis. Hoping—praying—for good news ...