It was true that Storm didn’t know who exactly Kaden was or why he was suddenly interested in hearing her problems, but it was heartwarming to know that at least someone cared enough to know about the nightmares that wouldn’t let her sleep smoothly and in peace for the last three years.Her father had found out about it at first, but his love for her step mother, Jess, had blinded him to the fact that she needed warmth, that she had needed his care more than ever. Her father marrying Jess had begun Storm’s misery days. It was like the woman was shrouded in ill fortune and bad news."I really don't want to talk about it right now," Storm finally said, shaking off the earlier feeling of pouring out her feelings to Kaden, who was definitely strange. Since knowing about the uniqueness of Lent when they had attempted to remove the bullet which had lodged into his arm, she had a feeling that her life was about to get a tad bit interesting.And she welcomed it. It was high time something o
After Kaden’s heroic words, Storm straightened and turned, putting her back against the door, her stormy eyes making him wild with wanting. “You know I’m grateful for what you did for me,earlier at the bar drinking room. Thank you for saving me.” She mentioned, deciding to express her thankfulness and curb her stubbornness for the now. If he hadn’t covered her with his body, perhaps, she would have been hurt, either by the gun or shattered glasses.“Aye, and your undying gratitude is what I live for.” Kaden said, his eyes never leaving hers.“Really?” She looked him up and down with a hint of a smile.“Sure it is.” He heard the amusement in his tone, but he couldn’t keep it out.Storm’s brows moved upward, her smoke-colored eyes looking straight into his heart. He had to wonder what she saw there.Kaden had pictured her as a submissive little human-shy and scared, before he’d met her today; for he had known about her living conditions with her step mother, and that she was coming to
Storm and the girl whose name Kaden had overheard, Lucy, said good-bye to Kaden in front of Storm’s house. Kaden pulled Storm into a full embrace, to the shock of the two females-unable to hold himself, inhaling her scent. He liked that Storm hugged him back, not fighting this particular way of saying good night. Her body felt good and warm, the strength and softness of her making him want to hold her for hours. Avery’s hug was not nearly as intoxicating, and her embraces were always accompanied by a flood of perfume. Thinking of Avery, a girl friend of his, made him disentangle from the hug and look around the environment waringly.Avery was very possessive of him even though they weren’t mates. But that hadn’t stopped him from sleeping with her even though she was Lent’s cousin. She had been among the few females who had followed him despite the cloak of shame that had covered him after he had been banished from the pack for a crime he didn’t commit. Kaden waited until Storm had
“Hey, Liam. Kaden,” Micheal said as he walked into the room where the other two men were. “Mako wants to know when we can go hunt down the hunters and kick some gobshite ass.”Kaden started to grin, doubting that Mako, a werewolf as they were but different because he was a rogue from some pack he had never heard of, who lived across the street, had used the term gobshit, but Liam growled. “Mako can keep his pants on and his mouth shut.” Micheal went to the refrigerator and helped himself to a chilled beer. His movements were restless, angry, a young werewolf impatient to make his place in the world. “They invaded our territory, or as well as. They put our females in danger. I say Mako is right. We fight.”“Since when do you listen stupid ass**les like Mako?” Liam’s voice had an edge to it. “We’ll get them, lad.”“By sitting around drinking Guinness?” Micheal muttered, taking a swig of his beer, swallowed, and wiped his mouth. “Fine leaders you are.”“I talked to the human cops before
Under Liam’s light massage, Micheal calmed. He reached up and rubbed Liam’s hair, indicating he felt better. Liam released him, and Micheal went back to drinking his beer. Micheal had insisted on buying his own beer and going to the bar now that he’d reached the lofty human age of twenty-one.Kaden suddenly stood up then, saying that it was time for him to retire for the night. He kissed the top of Micheal’s head, touched Liam’s shoulder as he went past, and told them both good night. He went up to his room, the smallest in the house, but Kaden didn’t need much. A bed, a desk for his computer, a place to stash his clothes, and life was good. After all, the reason why he had chosen this room was because of Storm.The wooden case that held the collar—polished, inlaid, velvet-lined—rested on his dresser, the elegance of the case incongruous with the functional collar inside it. He was surprised that Liam hadn’t noticed it today. He was still contemplating on when to tell the others tha
Storm:Mirianda’s consistent knocking or rather banging on the door of my room woke me up from the the smoothest sleep I have ever had in a while. I cussed at my step sister repeatedly in my head. Not minding that the thick head was shouting at me to get my lazy ass from the bed, I took my delicious time in getting up from my soft bed and stretching, before stalking to the door and opening it reluctantly.“Did you stuff stones into your ears? I have been knocking on your door for hours, bone head!” She screamed, immediately our gazes met.“Stop screaming like a pregnant goat, and tell me why you are right outside my door this early in the morning. Are you sleepwalking again?” I asked, faking a yawn, knowing how much that would upset her. I wasn’t really in the mood to tango with her especially as she had disrupted my comfort sleep. Yes, I had checked my time before stepping up. It was just five a.m. Today was a sunday, so early risings weren’t acceptable for me.“How dare you? Who ar
I remembered tearing up, feeling weak and helpless. He had mentioned cases, weird cases, where he had watched me lustily, yearning to have a thirst of me before any other kid in the block, and that when he had heard about me dating Curtis the rich kid from the next two blocks, he had known that it was the right time to take the gold before someone else touched it. His frenzied words made me sick, and at that moment, I hated him with every fibre in me, I hated my father and I hated my step sister. It was true that when we had moved here, Manuel had always sought me out to touch me in sexual forms, a forced kiss, groping my breasts at the backyard. At one time, he had even dipped a finger in my honeypot during one of the nights when he would sneak into my room and release his pent up emotion. The first time I had told my father about this, he had slapped my mouth shut whilst telling me to stop making up stories about my brother, and that I should stop trying to sabotage his goodluck.
I saw the fear flash across Mirianda’s face at my statement. And even though it lasted for only a second, I was still able to catch it, and damn, did that make me feel so good. It was good that she still remembered what I was capable of if pushed to the wall, it was good that she remembered what I had done to her brother. Her face returned to its original scowling form, and she hissed angrily thereafter. Putting up a brave front, I guess.“Don’t keep me waiting Miranda...what is the matter? Why did you disturb my sleep?” I asked, hanging on to my last thread of patience.“Well, there are two reasons. Firstly..” she paused, staring at me deeply before taking two steps back. I hoped then that whatever reason this was for her stepping away from me in fear didn’t include touching the cookies Kaden had purchased for me the previous day. Before I and Lucy had reached home, he had taken us to a little shopping under the guise that he had wanted something for himself; the rest was history.