All Chapters of FROST OBSESSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You actually think Luke’s never been with a guy?"Sofia leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with predatory curiosity. The apartment kitchen smelled of iron and cinnamon, the scent of the Navarro pack thick in the air. On the couch in the living room, Luke was dead to the world, his massive frame draped over the cushions, snoring like a hibernating grizzly after the victory on the ice."I’m telling you, I’ve seen the logs," Isabella whispered, sliding her old tablet across the counter. "He gave me his old tech when he moved into the Navarro Ridge Apartments. Didn't even wipe the memory. He’s a blockhead."Victoria snatched the device, her brow furrowing. "And? What’s the damage? Is our star defenseman a monk or a menace?""Neither," Isabella said, leaning in. "He’s only had one real thing. Last season. It wasn't some puck bunny from the university, either. It was an older wolf. From the Northern Pack. Someone finished with their training years ago."Cass gripped his mug, his knuckles tu

"Bingley?" Luke asked, the syllables rolling slowly off his tongue as he tested the weight of the name. "For a male?"Cass shrugged, cradling the tiny shifter-cat to his chest. "Why not? He’s got spirit. I think it fits."Luke’s eyes—the pale, icy blue of a frozen lake—softened as they landed on the kitten. "Yeah," he relented. "It works.""Hear that, Bing? You’ve got a title now. Happy naming day, little guy. You’re officially the pack’s cutest addition." Cass pressed a quick kiss to the kitten’s head before beaming at Luke. "Come on. Let’s go get our boy some gear.""We need a traveling crate too," Cass noted as they strapped into Luke’s heavy-duty truck, the engine rumbling like a low growl as they turned toward the Navarro Ridge gates. "I’m probably going to drag him everywhere I go."Luke’s voice held a trace of a smirk. "I have a suspicion there won’t be a single toy left in that shop by the time you’re satisfied.""Bingley deserves the finest. Right, little alpha?" Cass nuzzled

"Don't do it." Lucas "Luke" Navarro leaned his massive frame against the kitchen doorframe, his hockey jersey still damp from the morning skate. "Brandon Cole doesn't feel pain. He only feels the need to settle scores. You're walking into a slaughterhouse."Castel "Cass" Castillo didn't look up from the table. He was surrounded by latex and chemical failures. "I'm not looking for a truce, Luke. I'm looking for blood. He tried to end my career at the lab. He tried to mark me as a pariah in this pack.""He's a rabid Alpha. If you bite him, he’ll tear your throat out." Luke stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the kitchen. "You’re starting a war you can't win.""He started it!" Cass's voice cracked. His eyes flashed a jagged amber. "He shouldn't get to trample people just because he's the star center. He needs to face a goddamn consequence."Luke blew out a breath. He was beaten. Cass was right, but being right didn't keep you alive in a werewolf hierarchy. Luke hated that Cole was a pr

"Answer the goddamn question," Brandon snarled, his face inches from mine, the heat of his shifting form radiating off his skin. "How long have you two been knotting behind my back? Was it the whole time? Were you laughing at me while you shared his den?"I wasn't going to be the submissive victim. I wasn't going to roll over and show my throat just to make the pain stop. Not today. I hardened my stare, meeting his obsidian eyes with a defiance that tasted like copper and rage."Maybe," I spat.The crack of his palm against my jaw echoed in the small room. My vision shattered into white sparks. The world tilted, the floor rushing up to meet me as a high-pitched ringing drowned out the sounds of the party.Then, a sound that wasn't human ripped through the air—a guttural, bone-shaking roar that made the walls vibrate. Luke launched himself across the room. He hit Brandon like a freight train, his claws unsheathed as he tackled the Alpha into the stone floor.I sat in the corner of Luke

"Are you sure about the wounds?" Jax asked, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe of Luke's bedroom. "Navarro, you look like you went through a woodchipper."Luke didn't look up from the edge of the bed. "I’m breathing. That’s enough for now.""He's not just breathing, he's brooding," Zachary added, tossing a medicinal wrap onto the nightstand. "He took a silver-laced claw to the ribs for you, Cass. Make sure he doesn't tear the stitches by being stubborn.""I've got him," Cass said, his voice steady despite the lingering scent of iron and adrenaline in the room.The door clicked shut. The silence of the Navarro Ridge apartments settled over them, heavy and thick with the musk of wounded wolves. Cass moved toward the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat beside the Alpha."Luke. Look at me."Luke finally raised his head. His silver eyes were bloodshot, the pupils blown wide. "I let him touch you. Brandon Cole put his hands on you and I wasn't fast enough.""Y