All Chapters of FROST OBSESSION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I wasn't touching you because of that parasite."Cass knit his brow, his fingers still hovering near the waistband of Luke’s sweats. "I wasn't even thinking about Brandon. Not for a second. I swear. This is just us."Luke swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. He could feel the heat radiating off Cass, but he didn't move. "You’re wasted, Cass. We aren't doing this while you're seeing double.""I'm not that far gone." Cass looked wounded, his lower lip trembling slightly."Drunk enough to regret it when the sun comes up," Luke countered."God." Cass threw his head back, glaring at the ceiling tiles. "This is the third night in a row I’ve tried to get you into bed and failed. Am I really that pathetic?"Luke went rigid. "Three nights?" He replayed Sunday in his head—the lingering looks, the way Cass had brushed against him. "Holy shit.""What about tomorrow?" Cass pressed, leaning into Luke’s space, his eyes searching.Luke shook his head, still reeling from the realiz

"I have no idea what to do, Isabella."Luke paced the small confines of the bedroom, his claws itching to slide out as he shoved his hand through his thick hair. He looked at his sister, desperate for a lead. "This needs to end. It's not like Cass is on silver or wolfsbane. No hard drugs, no self-harm. He's just... rotting. Staring at the screen like a drone. Decompressing, he calls it. Is that a crime? He needs to heal his spirit after what Brandon did. How do I get in the middle of that? It isn't my place."He was fighting against his own instinct to intervene, hoping Isabella—who lived to prove him wrong—would do exactly that."Well, who else is going to save him from himself?" she snapped. Luke felt a surge of relief; his sister was taking the bait. "You're his roommate. You’re the only one in this pack who actually sees the state he’s in."Luke shook his head, looking at the floor. "His phone keeps chirping. People reach out. I see him type back. I’m not the only witness. His fam

"I'll make it right, I promise.Anything you want, I'll do it."When I finally lowered my hands to look at him, Lucas was just standing there, motionless as a statue.I worried my lip between my teeth. "Do you despise me?""I..." He had to physically force himself to swallow. "Of course not. But what the hell were you doing in here, lurking under my frame to begin with?""You wouldn't believe me if I said I was playing a solo game of hide-and-seek, would you?" I asked, trying for hopeful."Not likely," he answered slowly, looking completely adrift. "Truth is probably the only way out of this.""Fine." I let out a long, jagged breath. "The truth is... I was hiding a piece of my gear in your bag."That didn't seem to clear the fog for him at all. His eyes narrowed. "You did... what?""In your hockey bag," I muttered, gesturing toward the gear. "I crept in while the shower was running to plant something of mine in there."His face twisted with so much bafflement I felt like I’d never be

“Move your asses or I’m leaving without you,” Luke roared from the hallway.He slammed his hockey bag onto the floor of the Navarro Ridge lounge. The heavy scent of frozen slush and wolf musk clung to his gear. He didn't look back at the three sisters currently colonizing the sofa, but his eyes drifted toward the kitchen where Cass was still lingering.Luke’s skin felt two sizes too small. Ever since Cass had walked in on him shifted halfway to his Beta form in the steam of the shower, things had been—tense. Every time their eyes met, Luke felt the low, territorial thrum of his wolf scratching at his ribs."Luke, relax," Victoria said, not moving an inch. "The moon isn't even up yet.""I have practice at dawn," Luke snapped, tugging a fresh shirt over his head. "If we’re doing the Graveyard Trail, we go now."Isabella stood up, smoothing her jacket. "He’s just cranky because he hasn’t bitten anything all week. Come on, Cass. Don't let the big bad wolf scare you."Cass stepped into the

"You’re seriously buying that?" Cass asked, his nose wrinkling as he dropped his cherry soda onto the counter.Luke didn't even look up from the refrigerator case. He was currently staring down a bottle of green sludge that looked like it had been squeezed out of a swamp. "It’s got thirty grams of protein and zero sugar, Cass. It’s functional.""It’s offensive," Cass countered, sighing as he leaned against the glass door. Luke was always like this—clean fuel, high performance, never a single slip in his diet during the season.It felt like a crime against nature."What?" Luke asked, finally noticing the tragic expression on Cass’s face."That’s your big snack?" Cass set his hands on his hips, blocking Luke’s path. "Is that the official Navarro Alpha lifestyle? Sadness in a bottle?"Luke glanced at the drink, his brow furrowing. "What’s wrong with it?""Everything. Unless you actually enjoy drinking liquid lawn clippings." Cass reached out and plucked the bottle from Luke’s hand. He st