All Chapters of Trapped in the Storm: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Storm The morning we were to fly out to Italy, we drove to Galway and caught Doyle’s private jet. It was an Embraer Lineage 1000E, and it was an extremely luxurious jet which he kept in a hanger there at the airport. He had his own flight crew and security who protected the plane, so no one tampered with it.  We were flying out to Venice Marco Polo Airport, which was located six kilometres outside of Venice. The flight was going to take us about four-hours. Once we landed in Venice, we were going to be driving an hour and a half to Udine where the pack that was hosting the pack meeting was located. Their pack house was located twenty minutes on the outskirts of Udine in the country. On the plane with us, we had Sean, Liam, Leah, Julie, Lilly, Doyle, and me along with eight of Doyle’s best pack warriors. There were also the two pilots, two air stewardesses and four additional guards who would remain with the plane until the return flight. This was because

Storm After we had finished unpacking, we both freshened up then we laid down for a while, just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. Needing to distract myself I got up on my knees and edged closer to him. He was watching me curiously, and I almost lost my nerve with what I was about to do… almost! Reaching out, I unzipped the zipper of his pants, before reaching in and freeing his shaft. It didn’t surprise me that he was already in full blown arousal. “Lena…” he whispered. But whatever else he had been going to say, vanished within the hiss he released when I took him in my mouth. His fingers became entwined in my hair, as he held me to him, while I continued to work my way towards brining him to his release. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to make him come with my mouth. I had been caught up with giving him his blowjob when I had suddenly been pulled away from him. Before I knew what had happened, I had been on my back on the bed, and my pants and under

Storm   Storm “Could we all take our seats please, we need to get this meeting started,” Alpha Rossi, said, grabbing the attention of everyone present in the conference room, as he entered the room with his Luna at his side. Taking my seat beside Doyle once again, I looked up to where Alpha and Luna Rossi were sitting at the head of the table. As I was looking at them, I could sense my father’s eyes on me. I continued to ignore him as I listened to what Alpha Rossi was saying. He was discussing an increase in rogue attacks on packs in Italy and Sicily. Then he informed us that other packs in Brussels, Finland, Norway, Sweden, and Belgium had also reported increased rogue movements in each of their regions too.  I glanced at Doyle, squeezing his hand in mine. His eyes met mine, and he gave me a small smile as he returned the pressure on my hand. Noticing my father still watching us out of the corner of my eye, I pretended that he didn

Storm Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fist connected with my jawbone, knocking me to the ground as I heard Lilly cry out in shock. All my life I had made it a rule to give no one the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. I had to admit that that was a perfect hook that I had been hit with though, even for a lefty, it was a good one. I could hear Lilly screaming as I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the floor. “Wow, that was a nice punch. Have you been working old man?” I asked my father, letting slip a small chuckle, before spitting out a mouth full of blood and saliva onto one of his perfectly polished shoes. I looked back up at my father who was standing above me, with a look of pure fury upon his face. “Admit it old man, come on, we’re all friends here. You’ve been working out and saving up all that energy for this very moment, ain’t that right, Rayland?” I taunted him in a teasing voice, calling him by his given name, an amused smirk upon my lips. I can’t hel

Storm I got dressed into a pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved tee shirt before I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. Grabbing the pregnancy test, I went back out into the bedroom and crawled back into bed and lay on Doyle’s side of the bed. I snuggled under the blankets and cuddled up to Doyle’s pillow breathing in his scent, while clutching the test in my hand that was out of sight, hidden under Doyle’s pillow. I didn’t have to wait long before Doyle came back into the bedroom. When he saw me in bed, he looked a little surprised. Walking over to me, he stood beside the bed. “What are you still doing in bed, love?” he asked. “Planning on hibernating for the remainder of our trip while cuddling your pillow,” I replied, giving him a small smile. He grinned at me before asking, “Why bother hugging my pillow when you could hug me instead?” “Well, you were busy. Hey, I need to talk to you about something,” I told him, wanting to get it over with before I