Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinister Storm: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

BENNETT’S POVRyder had been pacing my room for the last ten minutes like a caged wolf, he was also speaking so fast, his voice gruff and restless.“I’m telling you, Ben, we can’t sit on this any longer. Lucas deserves to know. If he knew Xane was connected toReid in any way at all, I'm pretty sure he’d not want us keeping it from him and I know he’d cut ties with him. End of story.”Kael sat cross-legged on the floor, our homework was scattered around him but his eyes remained glued to Ryder. “He’s right, we caught Reid sneaking out of their house. That’s not something we can just ignore. It's either he went there as a friend or as an enemy.”I sat on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to rub away the pounding in my skull. The words tangled inside me, everything was just so messed up.“If we tell Lucas now, it’ll blow up in our faces,” I muttered. “He already doesn’t trust me. Do you think adding Xane into the mix won’t just make him stop talking to us all altogether? I

Dominic Storm’s POVHome at last. I stifled a yawn as I opened the front door and stepped inside the house. The meeting with the pack elders that had lasted all night had been infuriating for lack of a better word. With Lucas’s graduation drawing closer with each passing day, so did their expectations grow. I needed to give them what they wanted sooner or later or I would have a war on my hands.The house was quiet which only meant one thing, Amara wasn't home. I knew that Lucas was in school. Their joint absence meant I could relax and go about my business. But just to be sure that I was really alone.“Amara?” I called once, out of habit more than hope. No answer.Good.Time to get to work.I shrugged off my jacket and headed straight for the study. This was the one room in the house I actually cared about, the one room I wouldn’t let anyone touch. That's why it had pissed me off the other day that Amara had come in and tried to clean. She had complained once that it was too dark an

LUCAS’S POV The garage was cool and smelled faintly of motor oil. It was one of the few places I could breathe without feeling like someone was watching me. I had just slid behind the wheel of my car when heavy footsteps echoed behind me. “Going somewhere, son?” My father’s voice was calm, but it was infused with that alpha authority that made every hair on my body stand up. I turned, keys still in my hand, to find him standing at the garage entrance. His arms were crossed, and his jaw clenched tight. “Just… taking a drive,” I said. My tone was casual, but we both knew I was lying. His eyes narrowed. “You just got back from school.” I shrugged, gripping the steering wheel like it might anchor me. “I need to clear my head.” My father stepped closer, and suddenly the air felt charged and heavier. “We just announced your mating ceremony, Lucas. It's in two weeks, and now you want to go out? Where? To see Kael or Bennett?” The mention of their names made my stomach twist. He wasn’

LUCAS’S POV I don’t even remember walking out of the library. One second, Mrs. Peterson was shoving her finger toward the door like a dagger, and the next, we were standing outside, the late-afternoon sun seeping through the hallway windows and stabbing into my skull like it had a personal vendetta. Mrs. Peterson followed us out, shutting the library doors behind her with a decisive thunk. Her glare swept over the three of us like we were naughty pups caught chewing up the Alpha’s favorite boots. “What in the Goddess’s name is wrong with you three?” she snapped. “Do you think I enjoy watching my library turn into a wrestling arena?” No one said a word. Xane stood with his arms crossed, on the other hand, Bennett’s fists were still clenched at his sides, and I just… stood there, my jaw throbbing where Bennett had hit me. Mrs. Peterson’s scrutinizing gaze landed on Bennett first. “You,” she said, jabbing a finger at him. “You are this close to suspension, young man. And don’t think

Lucas’s POVThe bride-to-be’s convoy rolled in like something out of a political drama. Black SUVs glided through the gates, tires crunching over the gravel of the circular driveway. The vehicles' windows were so tinted that I couldn’t see a thing until the doors opened.What spilled out looked less like a bride’s entourage and more like a security operation. Men in crisp suits fanned out with military precision, their eyes scanning the perimeter. Advisors stepped out, adjusting their jackets. Then came family members in elegant coats, there perfectly practiced smiles plastered on their faces.And finally—her.Britney Walsh climbed out of the lead vehicle with the kind of grace I’d never associated with the girl I’d seen get drunk more times than I can count and have sex with any willing and available guy.. She moved like the world was around her, her back straight, chin high, and her hair styled into something sleek and diplomatic.My stomach turned over.She looked… good. Too good.