FROST OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

LUKE"Get your hands off him!"The roar echoed through the stone corridor of the Magnolia Hall Dormitory, vibrating deep in my chest. My vision didn't just blur; it fractured. I was staring at the heavy oak door of my sister's room, but all I could see was the ghost of a scent—the sharp, metallic tang of another wolf’s slick all over my mate.Because I refused to believe what my instincts were screaming. It had to be a sensory hallucination. A cruel trick of the moon.There was no other way my partner of three years—the man I was supposed to run a pack with—could be inside that room, shifted halfway into his primal form, knotting my best friend on the very rug I’d bought him for his birthday.Why would my eyes do this to me? Was it a punishment for every late-night training session at the Navarro Memorial Stadium? For every hour I spent obsessing over hockey drills instead of him? My own biology was playing a sadistic game, showing me a betrayal so filthy it poisoned the air.The two

"Look, man, I'm already past the entry point. I’ll be on the server the second I finish this check-in with Isabella.""Change of plans," I growled into the receiver. "I’m neck-deep in a crisis. How many of the pack can you pull together? Brandon Cole has his scouts flanking Magnolia Hall, and I’ve got to get Isabella and myself out without being scented."I didn't mention exactly which high-ranking wolf was currently shivering against my chest. I wasn't ready to handle the fallout of that particular reveal."Think the guys are up for a little distraction-and-extract mission?""Brother." Jax’s confused huff rattled my eardrum. "What the hell is going down?""Full brief later. Right now, I just need a clean scent-trail from Room 212 to my truck in the rear lot. Treat it like a live territory skirmish. You in or not?""Always. I’m with you. Give me ten to mobilize the unit. I’ll howl the game plan via text.""Appreciate it. I’m in your debt."Jax let out a low whistle. "This better be a

"His phone is blowing up with a thousand notifications," Isabella barked, the sound of her entrance nearly making me leap out of my skin. She stormed into the living room, kicking the door shut with a heavy thud. She didn't even have her coat off before she was dumping her gear on the nearest chair and waving a vibrating device. "Luke, I’m serious. It’s a non-stop barrage of calls, pings, and pack alerts.""I thought you killed the power on that thing," I said, rubbing the back of my neck where the skin felt raw. I tried to look like I hadn't been standing there like a statue, staring at the unconscious wolf on my sofa."I did," Isabella snapped. "But then I started thinking... what if we actually need to reach his people? It felt like a mistake to keep him cut off if his family is looking. So I flipped it back on, and holy hell. Brandon Cole and three other high-ranks have tried to reach him since I walked from the truck to the porch.""He must’ve alerted the whole offensive line," I

“By the Moon, you’re the most stubborn pup in the litter, aren’t you?” Alejandro muttered, his eyes glassing over as he pressed a fist against his mouth. “Always have to be the hero. Always have to be the brave one.” He looked at his husband, desperation leaking into his scent. “Lucio, talk some sense into him. He doesn't have to face the pack alone tonight.”“And I’m certain he won't,” Lucio answered, his gaze on Cass sharp with pride. He reached out a steady hand, squeezing Cass’s forearm in a silent vow of support.Cass gripped his father’s fingers. “Pop.”“Where are you going to stay, then?” Lucio asked, his voice dropping an octave. “If the dorms are off-limits, and the pack house is too far…”Cass looked suddenly adrift, his chest heaving as if the air in the room had turned to lead. “I…” he whispered, his fingers twitching toward the pulse point at his throat. “I’ll call someone. A teammate. Jax, maybe. Except…”“Except what?” Alejandro pushed.Cass flinched, his shoulders hunc

"Get your claws off him, Brandon," Luke growled, his voice vibrating with a sub-sonic warning that made the locker room benches rattle.Brandon Cole didn't flinch. He kept his hand clamped tight on Cass’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the expensive silk of Cass’s shirt. "He's a Castillo, Navarro. He belongs to the Pack Council. Which means he belongs to me."Cass didn't scream. He didn't even pull away. He just stood there, his face a mask of frozen porcelain, eyes locked on the floor. But the scent coming off him—the sharp, metallic tang of pure terror—was filling the room, drowning out the smell of stale ice and hockey tape.Luke stepped into Brandon’s space. He was taller, broader, a wall of Navarro muscle that took up all the light. "I don't give a damn about the Council. He's under my roof tonight."Brandon let out a jagged laugh, his grip tightening until Cass winced. "You’re going to harbor a runaway? Ricardo will skin you alive before the moon hits its peak.""Let him try