All Chapters of Sinister Storm: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LUCAS I shoved another fry into my mouth and flipped the page of my Biology textbook without reading a single word. The only reason I was in the library was the chaos that was bound to happen in the cafeteria. I hadn’t seen Kael all day, and Brittney had been following me around like a shadow. Asking the same question in a dozen different ways. “Is he your mate?” “Is it true?” “Are you going to leave me for him?” I didn’t owe her answers. Especially not after last night. She knew what this was. She always did. I had told her to go chew on her lip gloss and give me space. She didn’t take the hint so here I was hiding from her and avoiding the cafeteria. “Found you,” Kael announced as he dropped a stack of books with a thud onto the table across from me. I flinched, nearly dropping my water. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Ever heard of knocking?” “We’re in a library genius,” he deadpanned. “No doors to knock.” I glared at him over the rim of my bottle. “You’re

LUCAS I moved quietly through my father’s mansion, sticking close to the walls, barely breathing as I followed the faint sound of voices down the hall. The scent of burning sage wafted through the air. That was my confirmation. The witch was here. I paused just outside the private meeting room, pressing my back to the wall, listening. My father's voice boomed from inside as usual, overpowering the others. “We need tighter control on the southern ridge. Too many rogues have been sneaking in. My warriors are stretched thin.” Then she spoke, her voice drowning out the testosterone in the room. “The eastern borders are weakening, Dominic. The old magic that protected them is fading. You’ll need stronger wards to keep what’s out—out.” Her tone was calm, cold, and eerie in a way that made my skin prickle. She didn't sound like a woman. She sounded like an ancient being.” I didn't wait, I shoved the door open and walked into the room, ignoring every startled look thrown

LUCAS I stood outside the greenhouse behind the witch’s cottage, my hands buried in my pockets. “Come in young Alpha,” she called without turning around. Of course, she already knew I was here. I stepped inside, the door creaking open to reveal a room with thick herbs hanging from rafters, dozens of tiny glowing bottles lining the walls. She was bent over a wooden table, grinding something into a black bowl with a mortar and pestle. “You’re not here to ask more questions I take it.” “No,” I said, remaining by the door. “I’m here for the suppressant. You said there was a temporary way to silence the bond. To dull…the pull.” “To muffle your wolf,” she murmured, still grinding. “Yes I have something, but like I said, it's not permanent. It won't last long.” “I just want space and quiet. A little bit of control back.” She stopped and finally looked at me, her pale eyes unsettling as always. “You’re scared, Lucas.” “No,” I said too quickly. “I’m not scared. I’m t

Ryder POV. I don't usually arrive early for anything. Being five minutes late is part of my personal brand. Ten if I’m being spicy. I made it a habit of being late to everything—meetings, classes, even my own birthday party last year. But tonight. I arrived five minutes earlier than agreed. Something about this meeting with Kael had me on edge. The moon was full tonight, and the woods were unusually quiet. There was this feeling in my gut that I couldn’t shake off. When the clock struck midnight, I watched Kael emerge from between the trees dressed in all black like a goth teenager with a leather satchel slung across his chest. Seeing him dressed like that made me realize how serious this had become. He walked with purpose, his eyes scanning the area like he expected something to go wrong. And for a moment I wondered if something would go wrong. I stared at him, my eyes raking across his figure. For some reason, I found his look for tonight weirdly attractive. A

Bennett POV All my thoughts narrowed to the sound of Lucas's breath against my skin. The weight of his body pressed mine against the wall, a cage of heat and scent and something that made my skin itch and my wolf stretch inside me. Every fighting instinct screamed at me to push Lucas away, to fight and reclaim my space from him, to let Lucas get a piece of my mind. But my wolf had other ideas. It didn't want space, it craves this closeness. It purred contentedly at how close Lucas was. "I can't," I whispered, hating how broken and torn by heart and duty I sounded.How the words didn't come out sharp like I wanted them to. "I can't say it." Lucas pulled back enough to look into my eyes. His gaze was searching, steady. Too much. "Why?" "Because..." I gritted my teeth, hands bunching into the fabric of Lucas’s shirt, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. It felt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "Because when you're not here, I feel