All Chapters of FALLING FOR MR FROST: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JACKSON’S POVSeveral days had passed by, and things had relatively gone back to normal.Well…relatively.My phone buzzed for the thousandth time this morning and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Mom.I’d been dodging their calls for days now, letting each one go to voicemail with increasingly creative excuses I never actually sent.But I knew I couldn’t keep this up forever.Eventually, they’d get worried enough—or angry enough—to just show up at my door, and that was a confrontation I was absolutely not ready for.Especially not with Frost here.I silenced my phone and turned back to the kitchen counter, where I was preparing an early lunch for Frost and Kieran.It was a bit out of my way since I had class in less than an hour, but it was the least I could do.Frost came home each night completely exhausted and barely eating before collapsing into bed. I was starting to worry he wasn’t taking proper care of himself.They’d been training nonstop in the woods behind the apart

JACKSON’S POVWhen I opened the door to my apartment, I was greeted by an unexpected sight—Maya and Frost sitting on the couch together, Maya’s laptop balanced between them, both of them staring at the screen with intense concentration. “But why is the cat angry?” Frost was asking, his brows furrowed in genuine confusion. “What are they yelling about? Is the salad offensive somehow?”Maya caught sight of me and grinned. “Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.”“It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?”I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door.“Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.”“But—”“Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.”She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his

FROST’S POVThe phone rang again.I watched from the kitchen as Jackson stared at the screen, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding from across the room. He let it go to voicemail.The fifth time today.His mother’s voice filtered through the speaker, all sweet and concerned but Jackson told me it was all just a font.“Jackson, sweetheart, we really need to hear from you. Your father and I are very concerned about this… phase you’re going through. We’ve made an appointment with Dr. Richardson for Sunday. He’s an excellent therapist, very understanding about these kinds of confusions. Please call us back. We love you.”The message ended, and Jackson threw his phone onto the couch with every bit of anger I felt through him .“She doesn’t even think it’s real,” he said, his voice hollow. “She thinks I’m confused, rebelling or going through some psychological phase.”I wanted to go to him, to wrap my arms around him and tell him everything would be okay.But the truth

FROST’S POVMorning came a little too soon.I woke up to find Jackson already up, standing in front of the mirror in a white button-down shirt and some black formal pants—I’d never seen him look so formal before.“Ah—you’re awake,” he said, his back still turned to me. “I know you seem surprised.” He smiled then, but I couldn’t tell if it was genuine.“This is my ‘good son’ uniform.” His hand moved to straighten his hair. “I only wear it once in a blue moon. I guess this is as good a time as any.”“There’s still time to change your mind, you know. If you don’t actually want to do this,” I said from the bed, my voice still rough with sleep.He turned and met my eyes.“I still want to do this, Frost.”I watched him fuss with his collar, his hands slightly shaky.He could fool anyone, but this bond between us would never lie. I felt the link churn with anxiety, fear, and uncertainty.I could feel every emotion as clearly as if it were my own.“What time are you leaving?” I asked.“In abo

FROST’S POVI woke up gasping.My chest felt like someone had wrapped iron bands around it, squeezing tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe.Cold sweat soaked through my shirt, plastering it to my skin, and shivers wracked my body despite the room being perfectly warm.The pull.The god-damned pull hadn’t gotten any better and if I had to say—it had gotten entirely worse. It was already bad, but now it just felt…it felt beyond vile.This dreadful, dark, creeping sensation that crawled up my spine like some bad omen, settling in my bones with the weight of inevitability.I sat up in bed, pressing my hand against my chest where the sensation was strongest, trying to determine what I was feeling.Was it Jackson?Had something happened to him?No.Through the mate bond, I could still sense him—distant and muted by the miles between us, but alive. Anxious, yes. Stressed, definitely. But not in any immediate danger.This was something else entirely and I was afraid to admit what it w