Jack had just arrived in town, a cold breeze following him, signaling the arrival of winter. The first snowflakes danced in the air, covering the streets with a white blanket. Summer, on the other hand, hated this season. Every year, she dreaded the cold, the gray skies, and the early darkness. But that day, something changed. When he walked into her café, an unusual shiver ran down her spine. The man with silver hair and icy blue eyes, as cold as the winter sea, seemed to bring a breath of fresh air with him. But there was something else, something captivating in his presence, a mystery that Summer didn't yet understand. Jack, with his calm, frosty demeanor, knew how to bring the chill, almost as if he could make the air feel sharper. Yet, soon, she would discover that beneath that apparent coldness, he had the power to ignite a fire inside her. A fire she never imagined could exist.
Chapter 01
« Damn fucking ice! »
Summer growled as she nearly slipped on a splotch of ice in the parking lot, carrying a box of two dozen eggs which nearly hit the pavement. That would've disappointed a lot of the customers who came to order the seasonal eggnog at her coffee shop. Thankfully, she managed to catch footing before she kissed the concrete.
Avoiding all the splotches of slippery ice that had formed over last night's frost, she made it all the way to her Toyota. Unlocking and opening her trunk, she slid the box in the back, happy that she had made it through alive.
« Is that the last box? » Her friend Bev asked, walking behind her with two grocery bags full of milk, cream, cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin spice.
« Yup, all done, » Summer replied, wiping her brow dramatically. « Just as well, I'm freezing my ass off out here in the cold, let's get in the car. »
Bev sighed as she packed the grocery bags into the trunk, trying not to slip on the ice herself. She was used to the winter chill, but it was hard to enjoy it when everything around her was covered in a thin layer of dangerous ice.
« You're really not a Christmas person, » Bev mumbled as she slid into the passenger seat next to Summer.
« I love Christmas, but I hate winter. If the two could just stay apart- »
« Then it wouldn't truly be Christmas! » Bev countered, her voice playful. « Jack Frost nipping at your nose, icicles hanging off the roofs, the twinkling lights on all the houses! »
Summer shot her a look of mock horror. « Influenza, death rods, and Christmas' number one cause of fire, » she summarized, making Bev laugh.
« Don't get me wrong, I love the Christmas decorations, just not the snow. Now let's get back to the shop, we open in less than an hour. »
Bev sighed longingly as she stared out of the window. « Well, it's not snowing yet. But you're right, let's get back. I wanna get my shift over with so I can get home and sleep. »
Summer pulled out of the parking lot, her tires crunching over the ice. « That is if we don't skid on the road back and die first. Blasted ice. »
Bev only laughed. « You're dramatic, you know that? »
Summer shot her a quick grin. « I've earned the right to be. »
The car ride was quiet for a while, just the hum of the engine and the occasional comment about the weather. They passed houses with Christmas lights already twinkling against the early morning light, but Summer kept her focus on the icy road ahead. It wasn't just the snow and the ice that made her uneasy-it was the fact that it seemed like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Christmas was approaching, and the pressure to make everything perfect was always overwhelming.
She pulled into the coffee shop parking lot, the small building nestled between a bakery and a bookstore. The warm glow of the shop's lights and the scent of freshly ground coffee and sweet pastries promised refuge from the cold outside.
Bev gathered the bags of ingredients, and Summer unlocked the door, holding it open for her friend.
The shop was empty at this early hour, just the way they liked it. A quiet calm before the storm of customers arrived for their morning caffeine fix. Summer moved behind the counter and started preparing the coffee machine, setting the milk frother in place while Bev went to the back to store the ingredients.
The bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of their first customer.
« And what's your name? »
« Jack. »
Summer glanced up to see a lumberjack-looking man with a thick beard and plaid shirt standing at the counter. He was tall, his broad shoulders taking up most of the space in front of the register. She smiled at him.
« Alright Jack, I'll call your name when your order is ready, » she said warmly. « It'll just be a few minutes. »
Jack nodded and moved to the side, stepping aside just as a young couple walked up to the counter. The girl seemed hesitant, her hands wrapped tightly around her purse as she glanced up at Summer. Her boyfriend, a skinny guy in a hoodie, stood close behind her, fidgeting nervously.
« Hi, » the girl spoke softly, her voice barely audible.
Summer smiled warmly, leaning over the counter to make her feel more comfortable. « Hi, how can I help you today? »
The girl looked up at the menu, her finger tracing over the options as if she were trying to decide. « Uhm, two hot chocolates, please. With whipped cream. »
« Two hot chocolates with whipped cream coming right up, » Summer said as she wrote it down. She paused, then looked up again. « Staying or to go? »
« Staying, please. »
Summer nodded and glanced at the girl again. There was something about her-something shy but sweet in the way she carried herself. The girl blushed as she glanced at her boyfriend, who seemed just as nervous. Summer smiled to herself. It wasn't the first time she'd seen that dynamic in a couple-maybe it was the Christmas season bringing out that extra layer of nervous energy.
« Alright, please have a seat, I'll bring your orders when your drinks are ready, » Summer said, keeping her tone light and friendly.
The couple nodded, exchanging shy glances before walking to a table in the corner. Summer set to work on their drinks, pouring the hot milk into the cups and stirring in the cocoa powder. She topped it off with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon before setting the two cups on the counter, ready for the couple to take.
A few minutes later, Bev came out of the back room, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the shop. « You've got the Christmas vibe down, huh? »
Summer shot her a grin. « What, the hot chocolate? It's essential. Besides, it's the least I can do with the ice storm threatening to ruin everything outside. I need to make up for it with warm drinks and good company. »
Bev rolled her eyes. « You're such a softie. »
« Only when it comes to Christmas, » Summer replied with a wink, as the bell jingled again.
The shop slowly began to fill up with customers-regulars who came in every morning for their coffee or lattes, and newcomers who were just trying to escape the chill outside. The small chatter and clinking of mugs filled the air as the two women worked side by side behind the counter.
By the time the couple came to pick up their hot chocolates, the shop was bustling, but Summer made sure to call their names out cheerfully. The girl smiled as she took her cup, and the boy gave a small nod of thanks.
« Hope you enjoy! » Summer called after them.
As the couple left, she glanced at Bev, who was tidying up the counter.
« You're not wrong, » Summer said with a soft smile. « Christmas does have its charm. But I still say it would be better if it didn't come with all this damn ice. »
Bev laughed, shaking her head. « You'll survive. It's part of the magic. »
Summer chuckled, but she wasn't so sure about the magic part. Still, with every steaming cup of coffee or hot chocolate she served, the warmth of the season seemed to seep into her, if only a little.
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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