Storm saw the impatience cloud Kaden's face before it reflected in his words when he spoke. “So, why are you here then? You sounded like it was urgent over the phone. Did you see some strange people around that you think are hunters?” He asked, and she shook her head, whilst wondering what had crawled up his ass now-why he seemed hell bent on pushing her out of shape with worrying about what he was thinking. “No, I didn’t. But about that, do you know of any recent insight to that?” She asked. “Yeah. The bounty on your head has been increased. Your stepmother is very determined to see you caught. If I didn't know better, I would say that she misses you.” Kaden answered, grimacing at his lame attempt to lighten the sullen atmosphere. Yet when he saw the little smile that graced Storm’s lips, he couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. He almost scoffed at himself a second lter. He was acting like whipped cream. “How much?” “A couple of thousand. Last time, my man checked , it was worth m
Couldn’t she keep her mouth still, until they were done with this discussion? Couldn’t she not bite her lips? Does she want him to combust, or manhandle her in his office? She wants to be friends, but she goes around firing him up like that. What was he supposed to do now? Smile and wave? Damn that. Kaden thought, walking toward a red faced storm with purposeful strides, choosing to indulge in his whims for the second. They can talk later. He raised her up from the chair, drew her to him, and dropped a hot rocky kiss on her lips, his hands tightening around her waist when she opened her mouth and let him in. “Storm…” He grunted out when she spurt out a moan that was threatening to drive both he and his lycan crazy. Aries was getting to the surface. If he kept on with this, he might take her on the table.The image caused him to shout fuck mentally and disengeage from his lips. He had to mate with her officially, not as with a slut or girlfriend, as he had planned before. She was
Storm stood up from her seat, too unsettled to remain sitting down. Her father had tried to divorce Jess? The hate that had sprouted within, down, went down some more inches. Her father. His actions had been pioneered by Jess. Jess was the perpetrator. Jess killed her mother; her father had just been a tool. Jess had also killed her father. Jess would pay. Storm vowed that she would make the woman pay. She wasn’t sure how, but she would do that. The first step was ensuring that the slut’s bounty becomes null and void. Storm determined that she would never be found by her step mother. She would make sure that the master finds out that they were incompetent. Who knows? He might kill the witch off. The next step will come up from there. What would that be?She closed the thought. When she reaches that bridge, she will cross it. The main thing now was finding how to remain uncaught by the bounty hunters. She strolled to the window opposite her, and stood by the pane, watching the cl
Kaden took in the impatient look on Storm’s face, and wondered if she really had an appointment in two hours time, or if she was just bluffing, a weak attempt to look busy. If she was serious, who was she meeting? Jutul had mentioned the guy that had been speaking with Storm on her first day in school was a supernatural, an actual son of am alpha. Could it be the person that she was impatient to meet? Kaden got restless, looking at his phone. He wished he could get across to Jutul, he wished that the dude was a werewolf. “Well, it's about the school that you are enrolled in.” He started, noting that she was stamping her feet on the floor, biding time until she called him out again. “What about the school?” Storm asked, stopping the motion of her legs, letting her eyes stray from the tray to the blueness of Kaden’s eyes. “It is filled with people like you. Like us.” Kaden added the last part so that she wouldn’t feel like a freak. “We didn’t know at first. It was after intense in
“Why did you stop?” Kaden asked, when he couldn't take the stare anymore. Storm shrugged. “Nothing much. You seem uninterested in whatever I am saying, like your mind is elsewhere.” She stood up from her seat, and dusted her skirt. “I had thought that it would be the best idea to come here, and talk, and perhaps get help or solutions to some of the strange problems I’m having, but obviously I am wasting my time. I am sorry for wasting your time, Mr Kaden.” Kaden balked at that term used to address him, while taking note of her eyes which were getting wet. “But I will be off now. It won’t happen again.” Storm recited, then turned on her heels, about to leave, when suddenly she felt something , or rather someone grab her from behind. ‘How had Kaden gotten up here so fast?’ was her thought as she turned around and stared at him. “Calm down, woman. I have never heard any more tale more interesting than what you're telling me. That I am trying to digest them, and possibly making an
Anything to say? Kaden had a lot to say, like who he really was, but he knew that Storm wasn’t ready to know that. “Well, I think these strange happenings are not a coincidence, and I think you should live in the clan.” He finally said.Storm gaped, and shook her head. She couldn’t live in the clan, she would be seeing Kaden everyday. That was close to suicide; not being able to touch him. He should have suggested this before she friendzoned him. “No, what will Lucy and Justin think?” She asked rather.“You can convince them of something. You should know it’s for their safety, so that they wouldn't be prey to something out there.” Kaden mentioned, picking a cookie from the plate, aiming to mask his troubled face and demeanor. His mate was in huge trouble. He wondered if now was the right time to tell her that she was kataigaida. “Yes, it is the right time. Tell her about who she is.” Casper advised through the mind link.“Okay, I will try. Is that all you have to say to me?” Stor
“So, here is your place.” Kaden stated, ponting at the two bedroom fine-ish bungalow that looked like the white house, because of its structure and its beauty. Storm already knew that she was in love with it. She couldn’t wait to see the inside. The transition might not be that hard. She concluded, her heart beating in excitement as Kaden turned the knob and opened the door. The people were friendly; they each had a smile on their lips, as she greeted them, whilst they bowed to Kaden. Kaden must be to them some kind of god. The respect he garnered was too much. Had he perhaps saved them from some cruelty. She looked at his back, her eyes drawn to his finely shaped butt, and shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn’t be surprised. Hadn’t he taken care of her? She would be loyal to him at this point. “Here is the sitting room.” Kaden muttered, looking at Storm skeptically, waiting to see any form of discomfort in her face, so that he would whisk her out of here. But this was the most bea
Kaden tightened his fists, as he looked upon the scene that was threatening to cause him to explode in anger. Storm was cozying up to a Lent who looked like a deer caught in rear lights, obviously not understanding what was going on, and partly scared of what Kaden might do with him. Well, he should be scared. Kaden thought, taking a distance away from an Avery who was also watching the scene. Avery was not stupid. She knew this was the girl that had Kaden in knots, and the girl was displaying this to make Kaden jealous, and seeing the way Kaden just moved a few paces away from her, it was working for her. Behind Lent, she saw Casper and Jiraq walk in; they found the scene funny. And they weren’t surprised that the girl was in the finest bungalow in the clan, the newest actually. They knew something that she didn’t. And she didn’t like it one bit. She had given up her family for Kaden, and for his cause. She wouldn’t let herself be disrespected, or left outside the loop. Her mot
Storm could feel her heart pounding hard, but it was more out of excitement than fear. She should be afraid, the bird was a true raptor, but it was magnificent. It had black eyes! Round, shiny, very intelligent black eyes. She stared at it for two full minutes. That wasn't normal, she was certain. Very slowly, so she wouldn't startle the creature, she backed across the room to the desk where she kept her phone. Still looking at the bird, she googled the images of the bird, biting her lips intermittently as she waited.Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the phone beep occasionally. When the page opened, Storm glanced at the image of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird.‘You aren't blind, though, are you?’ She sent the words, not even kno
After Storm was done eating, she thanked Kaden, and let him have the plates when he stretched his hands to collect them. To hold herself from jumping on him, and demanding that he put her out of her sexual misery, she stood up from the bed and sauntered to the window to look at the forest, and clear her immoral thoughts. He had joined her to eat, and for each time his mouth had closed over a morsel of food, she had jerked subtly, as if the mouth was closing over her twin orbs. In a large oak tree, plenty feet away from her, a bird flapped its mighty wings, drawing her attention. A smile swept past her lips when she became aware that she could sight its distinctive features. She was not the same Storm of a month ago. She was different now, considering the amount of trainings she had submitted too.The bird had a round facial disk with a very pronounced ruff. It wasn't an owl but it was large. Very large. The unusual bird could easily weigh at least twenty pounds. She stared at it
Storm walked into Kaden's treehouse and was immediately struck by how it seemed larger than usual. The wooden walls, which should be plain and simple, were adorned with colorful murals and hand-painted designs. One wall even showcased a sprawling mural of a sunset over a peaceful lake, with vivid oranges and pinks blending into each other. And another wall had a charming depiction of a forest, complete with playful animals like squirrels and birds, all brought to life with bright, cheerful colors.The room was filled with natural light that filtered through the large windows, which had been decorated with flowing curtains in soft, earthy tones. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, adding a sense of movement to the scene. The wooden floor was covered with cozy rugs that added warmth and comfort to the space.A large, comfy bean bag was positioned in one corner, surrounded by soft pillows. Next to it was a small bookshelf brimming with colorful books, their spines lined up neatly
Storm’s mind kept conjuring up provocative images, as she and Kaden walked hand in hand around the clan. The kiss they had shared in her room still tingled on her lips, still kept heat in her blood, still made her hunger for more. She inhaled sharply when Kaden turned and stared at her, his eyes brimming with the emotions that she was sure was playing out in her own mind. For a second, she feared that he might have peeked into her dirty mind, but then she remembered that they were not bonded yet, not in that sense. It brought her swift relief which came with a coating of abashed-ness seen in the coloring of her cheeks and necks, something that wasn’t lost on Kaden who was battling to hold on to his honor. He cussed at himself for closing her lips with his earlier, knowing what could happen from there. But she had been speaking, and her luscious mouth had been like water in a desert land; he had been parched so much that he couldn’t have been able to help himself. And now, the stirr
All through the week, Storm only concentrated on the books Kaden had given her, or rather on the first book she had collected from the pile. Jutul had done the same, concentrating on the second book he had picked. Both had only taken breaks when they wanted to eat or when they wanted to train with Casper for an hour. To assuage Kaden’s caveman jealousy, all the reading had been in the dining downstairs, and yet they weren’t close enough to whatever the books were on about. They weren’t close to the end either, and the transcribers were doing a poor job, despite Jiraq’s input sometimes. It was then that Storm had learnt that Jiraq wasn’t done with the book either. ‘What are you doing with one of the hardest books in the pile?” had been his first question when she had solicited for his help. He had gone ahead to pick up a smaller book, written in English, for her and Jutul to start with, but she had declined—she had grown attached to the old book. And she had vowed to bring it to a fi
Storm groaned tiredly; under the full weight of the knowledge she had been absorbing for the past four hours. Kaden had been true to his word, and with the help of Jiraq, had bundled more than thirty books which smelt of oldness into her room this morning, just before she dressed for school. “For those written in old language, Jiraq was kind enough to let you have his transcriber, so that you can better understand it. You can check them out after classes today.” Kaden had said, when he had stepped into her room with a fellow whom she knew went by the name, Micheal, Liam’s younger brother. She had found out right after Liam’s recuperation weeks ago, about the wicked action on the young fellow who didn’t look a year older than her. The first book on the pile had gotten her attention after the duo had left the room, and picking it up, she had decided to peek at a page, then return to her preparation for school. But a page had turned to two pages, and then five pages, until school was
Storm was chatting with Lucy and Justin, in their phone group , around a time when she should be sleeping, when she heard her name being droned in her ears. “S-t-o-r-m” She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked around the room she shared with Kaden sometimes. There was no one. The voice sounded familiar, and until she felt the eeriness in the room, she didn’t know who it was. The vampire.She got up from the empty bed, and sauntered toward the door, needing to get to Kaden as soon as possible, but the door wouldn’t budge. She stamped her foot on the floor out of frustration, as fear suddenly took root in her mind and body. Where was he when she needed him? Why hadn’t he spent the night with her? She wondered, never minding that she had been one to ask they sleep on separate beds tonight, after he had returned from his meeting with his people, after she had returned from seeing her friends off with Lent. The voice called for her name again, and she shuddered before she could help it, h
There was a stark naked silence in the room after Jutul’s declaration. So stark was it, that Storm felt her ears ringing with deep silence, deep silence and an unclothed unbelief. They were lying? If she didn’t know of Jutul’s gifts, she would have berated him for speaking against her friends. But she knew. She knew he was telling the truth—there wasn’t a need to lie. And she still was finding it hard to believe. Lucy and Justin had planned a lie, and had come to convince them of it? All for what? To gain information on what was going on in the clan? Was their school even on break? Then, the silence was broken by Kaden’s voice which had descended to a certain chillness that informed Storm that her mate was angry, very angry, at being made a fool of. “Lent, place a call to the school’s authorities, and find out if the school is really on break…” Lucy’s dark laughter interrupted his statement, and brought Storm’s attention to her. “So y’all would rather believe Storm’s newest friend
Of course they wouldn’t. Storm thought, looking at Lucy squarely for the first time since she had entered the room. Her friend was still bubbling in age-old anger, and was still carrying a grudge against her.And since, Storm knew she couldn’t do much about it—because what Lucy was demanding was unattainable—she let the latter think that she wasn’t bothered by it. It would help with them leaving earlier. Having seen what exactly was at play here, what evil forces were at play here, she wasn’t about to risk the lives of her friends. She wasn’t about to have their blood on her head, because she wanted them to be included in every facet of her life. It was better they thought she was against them; it was better they believed that she didn’t value their friendship.“So, why are you here, Lucy?” She schooled her face to a cold aloofness, unfazed when Justin let out a cuss word, whilst darting a glance between Lucy and her. There was a minute silence, where Lucy scanned Storm’s features;