Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinister Storm: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Xane’s POVThe moment I stepped into the kitchen, I knew something was wrong. My Mum was standing by the counter, her phone in one hand and a crease digging into her forehead. The air smelled faintly of burnt toast, she probably got distracted and let the toast get burned. But it wasn’t breakfast that was bothering her, something else was wrong.“Mum?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “What’s going on?”She set the phone down carefully, tapping her fingers against the counter. “Dalton’s making his move tomorrow.”I blinked, my stomach dropping. “Tomorrow? You mean during the—?”“Yes.” Her eyes softened, but it didn’t help. “Hehas gathered his men and says he’s going to make Dominic Storm pay. He’s going to drag him by his sins in Public.”My pulse kicked hard. “You mean he’s going to launch an actual attack? And not just make threats?”She nodded once. “He’s not bluffing this time.”I suddenly felt claustrophobic. The kitchen which was always well ventilated suddenly felt stuffy. I r

LUCAS’S POVI woke up to the weight of someone’s arm draped over me and the faint, steady rhythm of breathing against the back of my neck. For a few seconds, I stayed still, my mind blissfully blank. Then the memories of yesterday came rushing back—the argument, the mate bond rejection, the pain, and then the realization that today would be my mating ceremony.I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the soft morning light creeping through the curtains. For once, I wasn’t waking up alone. For once, there was no anger or tension thrumming between us.“You’re awake,” Bennett’s voice rumbled softly behind me. His hand was warm where it stroked absently through my hair, slow and careful, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right to touch me. “I’d hoped you would sleep some more.”A chuckle escaped my chest before I could stop it. “Are you hoping I’ll sleep the whole day away and miss my own mating ceremony?”“It wouldn't hurt to try,” he said with a hint of amusement but his voice was qu

Lucas’s POVI hated how ceremonial clothes made me feel. It made me feel too stiff and too perfect like my body was a mannequin instead of something that had been in a dozen fights.“Quit fidgeting,” my father snapped from beside me, his voice carrying that calm, unshakable authority that always made me stand straighter.“I’m not fidgeting,” I said automatically, even though my fingers were twisting the ring I’d been told to wear for the ceremony.He cut me a look that said Don’t push it, then turned his attention back to the stage.The hall was full and Candles burned in tall iron holders, the shadows they left stretching across the stone walls, making everything look a little more ominous than festive. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement. Several alphas from various packs, Lunas, betas, omegas, and pack elders—all of them had come to witness this ceremony.Then the announcer’s voice sounded from the speakers, carrying across the room.“Welcome everyone. Today, we gath

BENNETT’S POVI sat in one of the armchairs, slouched in a manner that made it clear that I didn’t want to be here, but not enough to get yelled at for disrespect. My dad paced behind his desk, his jaw locked tight, while the pack elders sat in a stiff semicircle, arguing. I bet meetings like this were full-time jobs for them.Yesterday’s events were still a sensitive and raw topic. Lucas’s coronation was ruined, Brittney was dead, and half her people and Lucas’s pack members were wiped out. It should’ve been Lucas’s day, but Dalton had shown up like a nightmare out of nowhere, turning the entire ceremony into a bloodbath.And Marcus Reid had been standing right next to him.Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. Marcus was supposed to be dead. He wasn’t supposed to be standing there, working for Dalton, smiling like he hadn’t crossed one too many lines. First it was showing up in my school and killing innocent kids and next it was lying in wait for me and beating me up.I cou

DOMINIC STORM’S POVIf anyone had told me a week ago that I would be out of my pack and seeking refuge in the forest, I would have ordered their execution. But here I was actually running because my brother had shown up.The forest swallowed me whole, shadows stretching long across the mossy ground. My lungs burned and my body ached, but I didn’t stop until the familiar circle of stones came into view.Seraphina’s hut.I pushed past the low-hanging branches, stepping into the clearing that reeked of smoke and sage. She stood at the center of it, her back to me, stirring a blackened cauldron that hissed and spat like it had a mind of its own. The air shimmered around her, thick with magic that made my wolf press against my ribs in discomfort.“Seraphina,” I rasped, my voice hoarse.She didn’t turn, didn’t even look up. My presence didn't startle her. I’m certain she knew I was coming. “You smell of death.”I clenched my jaw, stepping closer until the fire’s heat licked at my boots. “D