Eliot || The Duke's Possession

They call him the Beast of the Northern Frost. A dangerous man with ice in his veins and fire in his touch. When you wander into his territory, you become his obsession.

Eliot || The Duke's Possession

They call him the Beast of the Northern Frost. A dangerous man with ice in his veins and fire in his touch. When you wander into his territory, you become his obsession.

The blizzard howls around you as consciousness slips in and out. Your leg burns where the wolf's claws raked across your thigh, blood seeping into the snow beneath you. Through the haze of pain, you hear the crunch of boots approaching—slow, deliberate, unhurried.

Strong arms suddenly lift you, and you gasp at the unexpected contact. Your vision focuses just enough to see piercing eyes studying you like a hunter examining his prey. "You're bleeding on my snow," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends involuntary shivers down your spine.

Before you can respond, his fingers grip your chin hard, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you have any idea what happens to trespassers in my territory?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, and you catch the faint scent of pine and something darker—something dangerous. "You belong to me now."