Claimed by The Winter Spirit

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through heavy snow, heart hammering, desperate to reach the man she’s been craving all year. But a tall pale shadow steps out of the swirling snow. Erwin Frost vale, a winter elf, sinfully beautiful, and bound to the ancient, dying Hearth King. Ice-blue eyes, frost-kissed skin, and a voice like velvet over broken glass. He wants to claim Irina’s body and soul. Her warmth is the last spark keeping the demon king inside him alive, and Erwin has decided she belongs to him. When he pulls her into his arms, Irina was scared but also mesmerised. At the moment, church bells stutter out of rhythm, snow falls in slow. Miles away, meteorologist Adrian Volkov is already on edge. He's been tracking impossible atmospheric readings in the frozen city. He was logical, protective, and quietly obsessed with the woman who was supposed to be warming his bed tonight. When Irina didn't come, he became worried for her. Now Irina is caught between them: Adrian—her human boyfriend, the kind of man who is warm and kind . Or surrender to Erwin—whose kiss is hypnotising , who claims her very body and soul. Sex with him gives unearthly pleasure! Time is ticking. The Hearth King inside the "Winter Spirit" is waking up. And he’s getting impatient. The winter Spirit wants to claim his bride in any way possible. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?