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.
Storm: I ran downstairs like my life depended on it, skipping two stairs at a time, coming to a stand still at the bottom of the staircase when I saw Jess, crying close to someone that had been covered from head to toe. Our family doctor was beside her, his hands on her shoulders, while some other men in uniform were just stepping into the house since the front door was open. I could hear the sirens, there must be an ambulance ready to take my old man to the morgue.I just stood there watching the flurry of activities going on but not moving one bit from my present position, until the family doctor caught sight of me.“Storm, I am sorry about your loss. Come here.” He said gently and I found myself moving toward him, literally walking like a robot. My step mother looked up, her eyes releasing a fresh bout of tears when she saw me walking towards them.She can’t be feeling pity for me. She is not permitted to pretend like that. I thought angrily, wishing I could release a punch on he
STORM“Were you here last night?'' I asked Kaden, immediately he settled down on my bed, my eyes travelling from the hair on his head to the black leather boots that covered his foot. How he managed to look so handsome any time I saw him exuded my knowledge. He was just so hot!, and shouldn't be allowed to roam around freely around females.“What do you think? He asked back, folding his arms across his chest, causing his biceps to thin through the blue polo he was wearing which matched with the oceanic blue colour of his eyes.“I think you were here, Kaden. Thanks for helping me sleep.” I muttered, dropping down next to him on the bed, not actually in the mood to fight and banter with words.“It’s nothing much.” He grunted, looking around my room. “I heard of the news…about your father’s death. I am truly sorry for your loss.”I hummed a reply, not really knowing what to say to that. Condolences accepted or what? I didn’t need his pity though, but I didn't tell him that. Rather, I kep