Storm Reid Ethnicity Novels & Stories

REID: “Reid, the reason you’re here had better be good ‘cause if not, I’m going to kick you out of my territory just the same way you came here.” That was the supposed threat I received from the one I came to meet in the territory that doesn’t belong to me. You must have guessed right because I am in the Green Dales pack. And right before me is my fellow alpha, Simon.

When loose his hair sets just an inch below his shoulders. With his high cheekbones, golden skin, and black hair the Native American Heritage his father left him with is prevalent, he just has Ladia’s blue eyes, though his are more grey. Storm is a gorgeous man, which is part of why I am attracted to him. However, he just isn’t one of my Chaos Boys. When I’m done I hear Jase mutter ‘finally’ with a huff. I look at him with my hands on my hips. “Get you’re drunk rear-end to bed, Jase Orion.”

I stopped what I was doing and went to him. "Sure, I can hear you. The justice tribe…I have heard of that before, I believe my father is among the highest ranking members in Estonia. Do you think they will side with a monster like you, Reid? You tried to take advantage of a girl…a girl I, hmm…anyway, you won't say a word to anyone" "Why the hell will I do that?" Reid spat out He left some of his spit on my hand. I was disgusted but I was also making a point.

Then she laughed once under her breath. “Wow, finally, at least I'm not going crazy,” she muttered. Ethan stared at me like he wanted to say something else, but before he could, we heard his name. “Yo, Ethan!” A loud voice suddenly cut through the tension. We all turned, immediately my stomach dropped. Because walking into the kitchen with several football players behind him, was Ashton Reid. And unfortunately even with his bandanged body, he was still one of the most attractive people I had ever seen in my life.

And none of them had any reason to agree to what would be a lifetime biological partnership with a woman they’d never met. Reid pulled up the files on his screen and I watched the list expand and contract as he filtered by location and age and occupation. I was having trouble with that last part. “There’s one in Portland,” Reid said with a yawn. He was on his fourth coffee and he looked like he wanted to sleep but he kept working anyway because that’s what Reid did. He pushed through. “Thirty-two years old. Marine biologist with no criminal record. His genetic markers align with hers at 94 percent compatibility.”

Sawyer I’m at my club trying to go over the financials, but all I can concentrate on is Storm Diesel Benson. The way his gray mesh shorts barely cover the impressive length within. I made him hard. When I got out of the shower, he wore a navy three-piece suit. No bulge was in his slacks as he was leaning against the door, guarding mine with his arm crossed over a muscular chest and one foot resting against the door. Storm’s black hair was braided down his back. His thick, long black eyelashes make his eyes black as night. His high cheekbones and square angular jaws are part of his Native American Heritage. He is gorgeous to behold.

Reid burst into a fit of laughter looking at his brother. “Alright, I give it to you,” Reid admitted and faced the tons of bills in front of him. Reid was the cheerful one amongst the triplet, he was also classy, so classy he doesn't allow any woman to touch him. Reid had once mentioned he was saving himself for their mates. Reid was a happy person who was contended with life and himself, although they were called the demonic Alphas. Reid had dark hair and violet eyes that were always filled with energy and life.