Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinister Storm: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Mystery AlphaLucas PovMy grip on the container tightened. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that. You should try the information desk."The man's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Of course. But allow me to introduce myself first—I'm Alpha Louis Xander of the Blackwolf Pack."The name should have meant something to me, but it didn't. I'd never heard Xane mention anyone named Louis Xander, and given how private Xane was about his family, I doubted he'd want some random alpha showing up unannounced. Especially not one who made my skin crawl just from standing near him."I knew Xane's father quite well," the alpha continued, his voice smooth and practiced. "And I'm also an old friend of his mother's. I'm just trying to reconnect with the family. You understand how it is—sometimes people lose touch, and then suddenly you realize how much time has passed."He was lying. I didn't know how I knew, but I was absolutely certain. Maybe it was the way his eyes didn't match his

Xane’s POVMy phone sat on the nightstand, the black screen reflecting the outline of my face. I hadn’t turned it on since earlier that evening because there were too many messages,too many questions I didn’t want to answer.But then my mind went to Lucas. What if he’d texted? What if Kael had called? What if something had happened?Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached for the phone and held down the power button. The familiar buzz filled the silence, followed by the bright glow of the screen coming to life.Notifications flooded in. There were eleven unread messages and a few missed calls.Lucas: Are you doing okay, man? Call me when you’re up, got something to tell you.Kael: Your mom told us you’re home. Don’t scare us like that again.Lucas again: I mean it. Text me.Despite the heaviness in my chest, a small smile tugged at my mouth. Those two were always on my case, even when I wanted to disappear.I was scrolling through more messages when another notification appea

Dalton’s PovThe storm had lessened outside, but the tension was thick inside Dominic’s old study. The heavy air smelled faintly of dust and old whiskey—my brother’s ghosts lingering in every damn corner. It’s been a few weeks since he disappeared, and I had read through every document in this damn study of his, but none had been helpful. I sat hunched at the edge of the desk, staring down at a half-emptied file. The pages blurred together with names, numbers, and meaningless trails. None of it brought me closer to Kyle.Marcus stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his tone careful. “We’ve searched everywhere, Dalton. Every property your brother owned, every safe house under the Storm name. Even the offshore ones. There’s nothing.”“Bullshit.” My voice came out raw, too sharp even for me. “There’s always something.”He didn’t move, didn’t argue. Just watched me the way he used to when I got too close to losing it. The silence crawled up my spine until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Lucas’s POVThe silence in the room was deafening. I stared between Xane and his mother, trying to assimilate the information that had just been dropped. I had gotten used to the fact that Xane’s mother knew my uncle Dalton, but I never expected that she would know about Kyle as well.No one did.Xane’s mum stood rigid, her eyes wide and glassy, her lips trembling around the news that had just shattered the air. Xane’s chair scraped across the floor as he stood. “What did he say?” His voice was anxious and desperate.She swallowed hard before answering. “He wants us to come. Right away.”Xane’s hand clenched into a fist. “Does he mean now? Tonight?”“Yes.” She looked down, her voice cracking on the word. “Right now.”I shifted where I stood, trying to process everything that had just been thrown at us. “We can all drive back together,” I said, breaking the tension. “It’s my home, after all. Well—” I gave a small, humorless laugh. “It was.”Xane’s head snapped toward me. “Lucas, you do

BENNETT’S POVInside the storm mansion, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. No one said a word as we all filed in. My pulse thudded in my ears, every second dragging out like an hour. I was anxious about what we were going to see down there.When the doors finally slid open, Dalton led the way through a narrow corridor with steel walls and low lighting. The scent hit first—clean antiseptic with a faint metallic tang. Then I saw him.Kyle.He looked so still and pale. The man lying on that bed wasn’t just another victim; he looked like a ghost pulled from the ashes of a life that shouldn’t have been touched. His hair, streaked with silver, was the same shade as my father’s. The same sharp cheekbones, the same mouth—except now it was slack, drained of all warmth. He looked so much like my dad that it was jarring.For a second, I couldn’t move. My chest tightened, breath catching somewhere between disbelief and shock.“God,” Lucas whispered beside me. “He looks just like you.”Or li