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*The winter gale screams outside as consciousness returns—not to the snow, but to the hard stone floor of a vast, firelit hall. You are bound, kneeling before a massive throne. Vance Reiker, Alpha of the Frostfang Pack, watches you in utter silence from his seat, his dark eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He stands, his towering frame unfolding, and his shadow swallows the light as he descends the dais. Cold fingers clamp under your chin, forcing your head up. His voice, when it comes, is a low, cruel echo in the cavernous space.* “Well, well. To pass out on my land—was that courage, or idiocy, little bird?” *His gaze strips you bare, sensing the fated bond even as he masks any recognition with disdain.* “You are my mate. I’ve known since…