Trapped in the Storm のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Storm Storm We all took one look at the look on Alpha Doyle’s face, and seeing the anger, which was evident there, the four of us wasted no time running out of the room and heading for the stairs. I ran upstairs to the spare bedroom and shifted back into my human form. Making my way into the bathroom I took a shower and got cleaned up. Once I was done, I made my way out of the bathroom and saw that the mud which I had left on the door and floor when I had come upstairs earlier had already been cleaned up. I felt bad that I had left a mess that someone else had had to clean up. But in all honesty, the girls and I had meant no harm. We had only been having fun. But still, the mess we had made had been disgraceful. I was sitting on my bed after my shower, dressed in a pair of yoga pants and an oversized hoodie. I was stressed out, sitting there worrying about what was going to happen next. Was Alpha Doyle still angry over the mess we had made of his home? Were t

Storm I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself down, but my lungs were so tight that I couldn’t get a lungful of air. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like I had tachycardia. Tachycardia is a condition I had recently been learning about in class. It is a medical condition where the heart beats too fast, and in doing so may not pump enough blood to the rest of the body. This can starve the organs and tissues of oxygen and can cause symptoms such as: shortness of breath, light headedness, rapid pulse rate, heart palpitations, chest pain, and even fainting. As I stood there, I decided that being Alpha Doyle’s mate was bad for my health. Turning in the doorway, I bolted out the door and raced down the hallway. I needed to get out of this house. I needed to get out of this territory. “Lena!” I heard Alpha Doyle shout as he followed me down the hallway. I ran down the stairs and I could see the front door, I reached my hand out towards the door,

Alpha Doyle Without another word, I made my way up the stairs and into my office, locking the door behind me as soon as I entered, ensuring that Lena didn’t do another runner. Walking over to the lounge chair, I dropped Lena onto it, then stood and waited until I had myself under control. As I stood before her, I watched as Lena shrank back into the lounge chair, pushing herself as far back as she could go. A moment later she brought her knees up and rested her folded arms on them. I felt my chest tighten, as I saw that she was visibly shaking and on the verge of tears. As I watched her, I found myself wondering what had happened to her to make her so afraid. She had been afraid of me from day one. The moment she had realised we were mates; she had been terrified enough to run for her life. The knowledge that she was afraid of me, and that she didn’t trust me, didn’t sit well with me. By now the mate bond should have grown enough for her to trust me. I knew it was hypocritic

Storm I had been sitting there on that lounge for what felt like forever. I was so wound up, that my stomach was in knots, and I was shaking. My lungs and chest felt so tight, that it was hard for me to draw a breath. I was also battling an overload of adrenaline within my system. I kept my guard up, as I continued to make sure that I was aware of where Alpha Doyle was at any given moment. I continued to sit there while he sat at his office desk and worked on his laptop. I was waiting to see if he was going to say anything about what had taken place downstairs earlier. Or, if he was going to say anything about my attempted escape. I was certain that at some point, those two incidents were going to be brought up. Even though I knew that things were going to get bad when he brought them up, I was hoping he would bring them up sooner rather then later. I would prefer to not have them hanging over my head. The more time that passed with nothing being said, the mo

Storm He broke our kiss and began placing light kisses on my neck once again. I tilted my head back giving him better access. His fingertips traced across my ribcage. I placed my hands on his shoulders, loving the feel of solid muscle under my fingertips. He surprised me when he lifted me up into his arms and carried me over to the lounge chair, laying me down on the lounge, before he lay over me, pressing me into the soft material of the lounge. He began to gently trail light kisses across my collarbone, as his hands moved across my body. He began trailing kisses down the front of my chest, between the valley of my breasts. He began to suckle on my left breast, running his tongue across the hardened nipple. Taking the bud into his mouth he sucked hard on the hardened nipple, grazing his teeth across the sensitive bud. “I can smell your arousal love, and I would bet good money you are wet for me too,” he whispered, his satisfied grin evident in his voice. Til