All Chapters of FALLING FOR MR FROST: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

THIRD PERSON POV Jackson pulled his knees to his chest, still holding that photograph, he let himself break completely. Because Frost was right about one thing—Jackson had only known him for a few weeks.But somehow, in those few weeks, Frost had become everything to him.And now he was gone.The tears came harder now, wracking sobs that shook his entire body. He pressed his face against his knees, trying to muffle the sounds, but it was useless. The grief was too much, too overwhelming to bear.He thought about calling his parents. To apologize about not making it to dinner and just going back to following their every word and probably ending back up with Tammy.They’d be thrilled to hear that his “stubborn phase” was over, that he was done with this nonsense of putting up a fit. They’d probably throw a celebration party.The thought made him want to throw up.He thought about going to Maya’s apartment, knocking on her door, letting her hold him while he fell apart.But she’d b

FROST POVWhen I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in Maya’s apartment anymore.I was lying in snow.Deep, plush snow that cushioned my body like the softest bed I’d ever felt looking up at clear grey skies.“What? Where am I—” I managed to mutter as I sat up slowly, looking around at a landscape that I didn’t quite recognize but oddly felt familiar to me.Towering pine trees stretched high toward the firmament, their branches heavy with freshly fallen snow.Mountains rose in the distance, their peaks disappearing into the thick clouds. The air was crisp and cold and tasted like winter itself.I looked down at myself and froze.I wasn’t wearing my work uniform anymore—the simple black pants and blue tee-shirt with “Frozen Delights” embroidered on the pocket.Instead, I was dressed in clothes that didn’t make any sense to me—I was putting on what seemed to be thick leather pants and fur boots that came up all the way to my knees, then a thin linen shirt made of some sort of material that shimme

JACKSON POVI woke up to bright fluorescent lights and the strong smell of antiseptic.The school clinic.I recognized it immediately—the same place I’d ended up freshman year when I’d had the flu, and again last semester when I’d donated blood, as per my parents orders and nearly passed out.Sigh.“He’s awake.” I could make out Maya’s voice even in my fog of thoughts.I turned my head—slowly, because even that small movement made the room spin—and found her sitting in a chair beside the narrow bed I was lying on.I tried to sit up. “I need to—”“Don’t.” Her hand pressed against my shoulder, firm but gentle. “You just fainted in the middle of campus, Jackson. You’re not going anywhere.”“I’m fine,” I said automatically, even though we both knew it was a complete lie.“You’re literally burning up.” Maya’s other hand touched my forehead, and I realized she was right. I felt cold, but her hand was cool against my skin, which meant I must have a fever. “The nurse said your temperature is

FROST POVThere was that.But the alternative—spending the rest of my immortal life bound to someone who could never truly be mine, forcing myself through the sacred ritual of mating with someone my soul would never accept—felt like a different kind of death.I found myself at Nether’s home without consciously deciding to go there. It was one of the largest structures, built to accommodate his growing family. Ice sculptures decorated the exterior—Sora’s handiwork, I knew somehow. Crude but enthusiastic attempts at wolves, trees and stars.Before I could knock, the door flew open and a small child launched himself at me.“Uncle Caelan!” Sora wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing tight. “You came back! Papa said you might not want visitors but I knew you’d come see us!”I leaned in and wrapped my hands around his sides, lifting him up even though he was getting almost too big for it. “Of course I came to see you, little wolf. When have I ever been able to stay away?”“Never!” Sora

FROST POVThe council chamber felt suffocating as I made my way to the opposite side of the room.Seraphina sat with her delegation—the Frostfang pack representatives all wearing their distinctive deep blue and silver uniforms, their postures holding that same cold authority that seemed to emanate from her.I took my seat among the Winter’s Crest council members.Now standing beside my father was Alpha Boreas of Frostfang—a man nearly as imposing as my own father, with steel-gray hair and crystal clear eyes like shards of glass. He carried himself with the bearing of someone who had never been challenged or opposed in his entire life.The two Alphas began their discussion about treaties, terms, the logistics of uniting two packs that had been enemies for generations.Their voices soon blurred into the background as I stared into space, feeling more and more disconnected from my own body.This was really happening.I was really going to go through with this.“The official ceremony will