[Mature Content]
What's the worst that can happen?
That is what I told myself for years, living under the roof with people who were repulsed by my very existence.
I was the bastard daughter of the Archduke of Beloria, born of a whore and scorned because of my hair and sickly body.

But the worst came just when I thought the gods had their fill of my misery. I became the human meat to be given to the Lycans.

Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to give me to their monarch as a means to reclaim the lost lands.

I've heard stories about Drevon Balthar, the Lycan Monarch. They are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule.

But what happens when my supposed husband becomes more of a daydream than a nightmare?

I leaned closer to the mirror to confirm. I lifted my hand to the glass, pressing a finger on the smooth surface before tapping against it. Was the mirror cold?


I tilted my head when I heard a sharp cracking sound, and I moved my eyes to my finger. I gasped seeing ice flowing from it, through my veins, spreading over to the glass, and turning it into ice.


I watched with shaky eyes as the mirror froze over, not stopping. In panic, I pulled my hand away and stepped back as the entire mirror, dresser, and everything down to the floor were encased in ice.


I screamed when I felt a hand grab me from behind.


"No!" I screamed, hitting my hand against a solid chest.


I halted my movements, raising my gaze to Drevon, finding relief.


"It…" I looked over my shoulder, the ice reversing slowly to the exact spot my finger once was. It suddenly seemed as if that area hadn't been touched by ice.


Chapter 134 - Ice [Part 1]