The Alpha’s Frozen Heart: Fated by the Moon Shattered by Betrayal Paranormal Romance

“Why are you so cold to me?” Lo’s voice trembled, confusion and hurt clinging to every word. This was supposed to be a blessing for them both, a bond sealed by fate. Yet Tristan had stopped at the door, his broad, muscular back rigid, fists clenched tightly at his sides. The silence that fell between them was heavy, stifling, and Lo struggled to catch her breath, her heart thudding painfully in her chest.

“I’m no colder to you than I am to anyone else,” he finally spoke, his voice distant and unyielding, without so much as a backward glance. The sound of his words shattered something inside her. Lo’s heart felt as though it were being twisted, crushed under an invisible force.

“But… we are—” She stumbled over the words, her hope unraveling into desperation.

“Enough.” His sudden growl made her flinch as he spun around, his emerald eyes blazing as they locked onto her teary blue gaze. “You’re a child. You don’t understand the complexities of this situation,” he spat, his voice a raw blend of anger and frustration.

“I… I don’t understand,” Lo whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. “My mother promised you would cherish me from the moment we met… until our dying days.” Her voice cracked, and she could feel herself shattering, piece by piece. She wasn’t a child—she was nearly grown. How could he look at her and feel nothing?

Tristan’s face darkened, and his next words cut deeper than any blade. “She was wrong. I’m already mated. I won’t abandon her for you. My father wants you dead, Lo. And I shouldn’t have stopped him.”

Each syllable was a dagger, and with a final, merciless glare, he slammed the door shut, leaving Lo gasping for air. The room felt smaller, suffocating, and an ache unlike anything she had ever known spread through her chest. It wasn’t just heartbreak—it was a soul-crushing wound that left her shattered, alone, and barely able to breathe. Rated '5/5 - Explicit and plentiful' for steam/spice/heat level.