Todos los capítulos de FROST OBSESSION: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Is he still in there?" Luke’s father, Ricardo, barked into the phone, his voice a jagged saw against Luke's ear."He's here," Luke said. He didn't look at Cass, who was huddled on the shared apartment sofa, but he felt the boy's flinch. "And he's staying.""You listen to me, Lucas," Ricardo growled. "That boy is a Castillo. His father is the reason your uncle is in a wheelchair. Alejandro is a butcher. If you keep him there, you’re inviting a war into our territory. Throw him out. Now.""No." Luke's jaw locked."No?" Ricardo’s roar was loud enough to vibrate the handset. "You're choosing a stray over your own blood? Over your sisters? Over Maria?""I’m choosing the law," Luke snapped. "He asked for sanctuary. By the old pack codes, I can’t refuse. Not unless I want to be the one who breaks the peace."A long, heavy silence stretched over the line. "You think you're being a hero," Ricardo finally whispered, the venom replaced by a cold, terrifying disappointment. "But you’re just a ta

"You look like you're trying to perform an autopsy on my soul."Luke didn't shift his weight, but those hauntingly pale eyes tracked Cass as he hovered near the cooling hearth. The hockey star looked physically wrecked, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came from shifting during a lunar cycle, but his gaze remained predatory. Sharp."I'm just..." Cass gripped the worn leather of the sofa, his knuckles white. "Thank you. For the ice. For pulling Brandon off me. For the sanctuary."Luke gave a single, curt nod. The silence that followed was a physical weight. In the quiet, the phantom scent of the locker rooms—frozen water, sweat, and silver-grade steel—seemed to cling to Luke’s skin. Cass felt his throat tighten. The reality of his life being discarded by the Castillo pack was finally catching up, stinging like a fresh claw mark."I abandoned my gear," Cass blurted out.Luke’s brow knit together. "The skates?""Everything," Cass said, his voice rising in a frantic, jagged rhythm. "

You’re a dead man if you don't start moving."Luke’s eyes snapped open at five in the morning, but his body didn't obey the internal command. He was pinned to the leather of his sofa by a solid, warm weight. A mountain of dark hair was plastered across his mouth and nose. Beneath him, his biology had reached a state of agonizing, rock-hard tension that made every breath a struggle.His wolf reacted before his logic could catch up. He arched his hips, seeking the friction, desperate to press the ache against that heavy heat. He turned his face into the strands of hair, catching the scent of the nape of a masculine neck. His arms locked around the figure, hands finding the curve of a firm backside, grinding upward to meet the pressure he craved.A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. White-hot sparks danced behind his vision. He inhaled the scent of cedar and rain, his lips brushing the warm skin of the throat above him. Then, the fog cleared. He realized exactly who was draped ov

"Look at that chicken," Jax snickered, his voice cutting through the heavy scent of old pine and sweat in the Navarro Memorial Stadium.Castel Castillo froze, offering an apologetic, tight-lipped smile. He knew Brandon Cole was currently engaged in a territorial dispute with these two, so he tried to retreat by fishing his phone out of his bag, feigning a sudden influx of messages. A second later, a heavy athletic boot nudged the canvas of his pack, shoving it against his thigh. Cass looked up to find Jax smirking down at him."Interesting bird," Jax remarked.Cass stared, his confusion thick enough to choke on, until Jax jerked his chin toward the oversized rooster embroidered onto the side of the weathered fabric."Oh!" Cass realized he was being mocked, but he forced a grin anyway, desperate to diffuse the Alpha tension radiating off the bleachers. "It’s Heihei. From that movie, Moana.""Right," Jax said slowly, his expression shifting to a mask of sheer bewilderment. "And why is a

"What the hell, Luke?" Jax Mendoza snarled, invading my personal space before I could even wipe the red from my knuckles. "Why didn't you tell Coach the truth? I wasn't even in the room and I know you didn't throw the first punch. We all know those bastards cornered you, so why did you just stand there and take the heat?""There goes the championship," Adrian Roark moaned, leaning his head against a locker. "The whole season is headed for the graveyard. We're finished.""Shut your mouth," Jax hissed at him, his eyes never leaving mine. "We aren't losing to Northwest. Because Navarro isn't going anywhere." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble meant for Roark but aimed at me. "Because he's going to walk into Carter’s office right now and tell him exactly how Brandon Cole and his pack jumped him. Right, Luke?""And what do you think that changes?" I asked, my voice cold as the ice we played on. "He’ll haul Cole in to verify my story. Cole will lie. It comes do