Without End

"Eira" is the name of the girl who has a heart of ice, who does not feel anger, happiness, pain, passion, or desire; she is completely emotionless. The most crucial thing is that she hasn't shifted yet, thus she has no idea that she is a werewolf, and the reason behind why she hasn't transformed is still a mystery.

For the past twenty-four years, she has been behaving as if she were a human, paying attention to her own business, and carrying out the instructions that have been given to her.

However, her life took an unexpected turn when her partner discovered her covered in her own blood and wandering around in the woods. The Alpha has staked his claim to her, but what will he do when he discovers that his mate is nothing more than a live body, uncaring and unloving in any way?

If he were to divulge each of the terrible secrets to Eira one at a time, do you think her ice-cold heart would eventually melt? After learning the truth about her own shady past, how will Eira react to it?

She is not yet prepared to give him a hug... And

He has ZERO plans to release her from his custody...

Eira blinked a few times in order to clear her vision. She noticed that her leg was stinging, but as swiftly as the pain appeared, it also vanished just as quickly. She never feels the discomfort for more than a few seconds at a time, and while this used to amuse her, she no longer finds it funny.

When her eyesight became clear again, she realised that she was lying on a king-size bed that was as smooth as silk. She had never slept on a bed like this in her entire life; previously, she had only slept on the floor or on a cheap mattress.

She frowned as she looked about the room, which was spacious but had little lighting. To a certain extent, the chandelier, and to a certain extent, the candles. The wide window was obscured by the long crimson curtains, which occasionally moved in response to the breeze that was blowing. The inside was warmer than the exterior thanks to the fireplace, which also contributed to the source of light.

The antiques and the furniture gave off an air of sophistication. The location was completely outside of her sphere of awareness and was unknown to her.

Eira struggled mightily to lean back against the bedpost despite the fact that her entire body felt heavy and her head continued to feel dizzy. She discovered that thick cotton cloth wrapped over her wounds was preventing further bleeding. Her hair, which had been pulled up into a ponytail, was now loose, and the mask was nowhere to be found.

It was forbidden for her to expose her face because doing so may get her in serious trouble. She made an effort to put up a fight, but a gentle hand restrained her.

"Stay perfectly still... You have sustained serious injuries..."

After looking up, Eira soon became aware that she was not the only person in the room.

The woman of middle age and the attractive man were standing next to each other. Both of them were dressed in all black. It seemed like blood had dried all over his hands and neck.

He stood there like a mountain with his hands crossed over his chest and gave Eira a cold, hostile stare as if he despises her. His jaw was tightened and then released as he did this. He was staring at her with a glare that seemed to drill holes in her, and the fire was reflected in his amber eyes. The jawline is sharp and angular, and the nose is straight and pointed. The brows are thick, and they have a light stubble. The hair is raven black. The man's appearance was akin to that of a Royal or someone very highly esteemed and revered. She was able to perceive it in his aura. When Eira peered into his eyes, something strange happened in her heart. It was so powerful and mysterious, yet as soon as it rose, it swiftly fizzled out, just like her other feelings. She never experiences anything for more than a few moments at a time.

Eira stared at them with a blank face, exhibiting neither fear nor interest nor anything else.

"Who brought me here ?..."

She inquired with an icy tone in her voice, which was dry and raspy but still icy.

The younger woman appeared to be seeking permission to speak from the older woman as she looked first to the man and then to her. The man acknowledged her with a curt nod.

"Miss, you appear to have an injury. First, let's clean up the wounds, and then you can ask him about it. You have lost a significant amount of blood, and it is imperative that you get treatment as quickly as humanly feasible..."

She spoke nicely and her concern was genuine, but she did not appear to be a medical professional. There is neither a white coat nor a medical kit present. The only other thing that was there was some strange apparatus that was placed on the small table next to the bed.

Eira decided she couldn't put her faith in any of these unknown people.

"No... I am sorry to say that I will have to depart..."

Eira said she was about to stand up, but she ended up collapsing back onto the bed when she realised how dizzy she felt.

"I am quite concerned about your health right now, miss... Please allow me to take care of you..."

The woman begged the man.

"Let her treat you, want to..." then go wherever you want. "Let her treat you, want to..."

The man spoke forcefully, and Eira could detect a trace of wrath in his voice; but, despite this, his voice managed to briefly shake the ice that had formed around her heart. She was about to refute it, but they were right, and it's necessary for her to treatment. she doesn't feel pain but it doesn't mean that her body is free from the consequences and after effects.

Eira acknowledged the woman with a nod, eager to move on and get out of there as soon as possible. Even with all of the aristocracy and beauty, the location does not strike her as being particularly desirable.

"I am going to give you anaesthesia, please lay down on the bed..."

The woman stated while she was grasping the syringe in her hand.

"No... Do it without it..."

Eira stated resolutely, paying no attention to the lady's concerned expressions.

"But it's going to hurt way too much... Your injuries are quite severe. things's up to me to sew things up..."

The lady said while glancing between the man and Eira in an uncertain manner.

"Don't bother with the anaesthesia; it won't be necessary... Because I do not trust any of you, I cannot continue to be here any longer. Make it possible for me to go..."

Eira responded while maintaining a level tone and expression. She didn't intend for it to sound that way, but it does come across as harsh and pompous.

She was very calm for someone who had suffered severe cuts and wounds, which caused the other people to be both amused and perplexed by her behaviour.

The man looked at the lady, and in response, he nodded his head in agreement. After she had cleaned Eira's wounds, she requested her to lean back so that she could begin stitching them. Her skin was ripped from her calf all the way down to her ankle, and so were her clothes. The lady trimmed the fabric so that it wouldn't interfere with the treatment.

The man's attention was riveted on Eira as he pondered the question of why someone would knowingly subject themselves to such suffering. While the other woman patched the wound on Eira's leg, he stared at her intently. She didn't even scowl in response. In a situation that would have caused most people to lose their composure and scream their lungs out, she maintained the composure of someone gently massaging her leg. She was observing the woman stitching it very carefully, as if she were already familiar with the process.

"Why on earth would she do that? Why isn't she getting hurt?"

he was thinking.

"Give me your hand..."

The woman said, clearly unable to accept what she had just witnessed. It was definitely something unique for her to experience, as she had never seen somebody with such a high pain tolerance level in her entire life.

While Eira examined her injuries, the man frowned and stood there while looking at her. Eira was focused on her injuries. His chest was on fire from the anguish and rage he felt, but it was fading away as he continued to move.