Lane Frost Last Words Novels & Stories

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

"Wait. What the hell?" "What is it?" Luke stopped nipping at Cass’s ear to look at the screen. Cass opened the full broadcast from the Pacific Coast University’s clandestine network. His face went pale. "Luke, look at the headline." "There’s a new chapter of 'The Frozen Alpha,'" Luke muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "No way." Cass squinted at the link. "It says it’s the final transmission." "What is she doing?" Luke exploded, rolling off Cass and standing up. "Isabella promised she was going to burn the drafts. She said the story was dead."

The mark burned, gold spilling from her hands like wildfire. When the light cleared, the enforcers were gone. Only silence — and the faint hum of the Oath still alive beneath her skin. Vale’s voice broke through the haze. “Lyra… what did you do?” Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I think I listened.” *** Outside, the storm had stopped. The Frostlands lay quiet, but the wind carried something new — a sound faint and distant. A howl. Then another. Then a chorus. The packs had answered.

“Nothing in my life has been normal since I got here.” The stag shuddered again. Its body flickered, starting to lose shape. Ice cracked along its flank. Its breath came in short, frozen bursts that sounded like snow breaking under footsteps. Marek placed a hand on my back, steadying me. “What does it want?” “It wants me,” I whispered. Lucian threw an arm in the air. “No. Absolutely not. No one respond to frost mail like it is a dinner invitation.” Elara looked thoughtful. “Frost mail is a catchy name.”

I whispered in to her ear, drawing her attention to me. Frost nodded her head and soon, when we stood in front of the last cell, she let out a loud gasp and let go of my arm to turn around. Frost placed her right hand on her covered mouth and closed her eyes. I turned my eyes over to the last cell when I heard the movement of heavy chains. There, in the last cell was the one man who tried to beat and rape my wife, Dorian Great. Placing my hand on Frost's shoulder, I turned her back to the cell.

It wasn’t a request. Layla’s spine stiffened. She glanced at Colden, but he didn’t move. He was watching her again — unreadable, assessing. “Go,” he said simply, tone calm. “Mother doesn’t like waiting.” So she followed. The corridor outside was dimly lit, lined with oil portraits of the Frost lineage. Men and women in dark suits and gowns stared down with painted eyes, their expressions just as cold as their descendants’. Mrs. Frost walked slowly, her heels echoing against the marble floor.

"'Edward never chooses the door everyone expects.'" Silence. Ross looked from one wire to the other. "If we're wrong…" Oliver finished the sentence. "We die." The tunnel became unbearably quiet. Finally, Ross spoke. "I'm making the decision." Everyone looked at him. "If we stand here arguing…" "...we're dead anyway." He slowly reached toward the yellow wire. Emma couldn't breathe. Liam silently prayed. Oliver closed his eyes. Ross cut the wire. Nothing happened. For three terrifying seconds... No one moved.

"Who's dead?" Frost stared at me for a long moment, his arctic eyes shimmering at the edges with something I couldn't quite identify. Then he spoke, his voice as cold and final as winter itself. "Susan." * * *

Celeste's POV I could feel the heat of the Frost family's fury pressing down on me like a pack of wolves circling their prey. Liam's voice cut through the tense silence, cold and sharp as steel. "I know Master Callen didn't mean to," he said, but the edge in his tone betrayed the storm behind his words. "You didn't mean to strike Miss Frost, nor did you intend to send her tumbling, head striking the floor, blood flowing. Just as Elias didn't intend to almost kill her in front of Grandfather Carden and me last time. None of you ever intend to harm her, right?"

He wasn't even scum anymore, he was trash, an animal, to utter those words without a conscience. "I'd rather die than to get back with an animal like you. If you're not signing those papers, then we'll meet in the court and if you don't show up, I obviously win the case" she said and Olivia came to meet her, she obviously heard Jace's loud yelling from inside the apartment.