'Eira' The girl whose emotions are completely iced over; she feels nothing, neither anger or joy or grief or passion or want. Most crucially, she hasn't changed yet, for reasons that are still a mystery to her, therefore she has no idea that she is a werewolf. For twenty-four years, she had been behaving normally, just like any other human being would. When her partner saw her covered in blood in the woods, however, everything changed. What would the Alpha do if he discovers that his mate is only a body and not a loving, caring person? Would Eira's icy heart thaw as he laid bare her deepest, darkest secrets? I wonder how Eira would react when she learns the truth about her own bleak history. She still isn't ready to fully commit to him. And he has absolutely no plans to abandon her.

Chapter 1 1

"Eira" is the name of the girl who has a heart of ice, who does not feel anger, happiness, pain, passion, or desire; she is completely emotionless. The most crucial thing is that she hasn't shifted yet, thus she has no idea that she is a werewolf, and the reason behind why she hasn't transformed is still a mystery.

For the past twenty-four years, she has been behaving as if she were a human, paying attention to her own business, and carrying out the instructions that have been given to her.

However, her life took an unexpected turn when her partner discovered her covered in her own blood and wandering around in the woods. The Alpha has staked his claim to her, but what will he do when he discovers that his mate is nothing more than a live body, uncaring and unloving in any way?

If he were to divulge each of the terrible secrets to Eira one at a time, do you think her ice-cold heart would eventually melt? After learning the truth about her own shady past, how will Eira react to it?

She is not yet prepared to give him a hug... And

He has ZERO plans to release her from his custody...

Eira blinked a few times in order to clear her vision. She noticed that her leg was stinging, but as swiftly as the pain appeared, it also vanished just as quickly. She never feels the discomfort for more than a few seconds at a time, and while this used to amuse her, she no longer finds it funny.

When her eyesight became clear again, she realised that she was lying on a king-size bed that was as smooth as silk. She had never slept on a bed like this in her entire life; previously, she had only slept on the floor or on a cheap mattress.

She frowned as she looked about the room, which was spacious but had little lighting. To a certain extent, the chandelier, and to a certain extent, the candles. The wide window was obscured by the long crimson curtains, which occasionally moved in response to the breeze that was blowing. The inside was warmer than the exterior thanks to the fireplace, which also contributed to the source of light.

The antiques and the furniture gave off an air of sophistication. The location was completely outside of her sphere of awareness and was unknown to her.

Eira struggled mightily to lean back against the bedpost despite the fact that her entire body felt heavy and her head continued to feel dizzy. She discovered that thick cotton cloth wrapped over her wounds was preventing further bleeding. Her hair, which had been pulled up into a ponytail, was now loose, and the mask was nowhere to be found.

It was forbidden for her to expose her face because doing so may get her in serious trouble. She made an effort to put up a fight, but a gentle hand restrained her.

"Stay perfectly still... You have sustained serious injuries..."

After looking up, Eira soon became aware that she was not the only person in the room.