บททั้งหมดของ Sinister Storm: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

LUCAS’S POV I had no idea how to do this. Every step we took after school made my stomach twist tighter with nerves. This plan, if you could call it a plan, that my father had threatened me into was a disaster waiting to happen. Should I just go “Hey, Xane, would you mind convincing your mom to do business with my dad? Thanks, here’s a blowjob as a tip.” Yeah. That would go over well. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, my fingers brushing against the half-healed cuts I didn’t want anyone noticing. Xane, who was walking a step ahead of me, didn’t seem to have a care in the world. He never did. He spotted the arcade, lit up like a carnival, and grabbed my wrist. “Come on,” he said, tugging me inside before I could protest. “You can brood later. First, I’m gonna destroy you at air hockey.” “You wish,” I muttered, grateful for the distraction. The arcade smelled like popcorn and fun. Loud music echoed from the speakers, adding to the excitement in the air. Xane fit

BENNETT’S POVThe second I stepped out of the car, I knew it wasn't a random street fight and it wasn't going to be fair. We were outnumbered and surrounded. My wolf clawed at me, itching for a fight. Ryder slid out of his side, his fists clenched tight, his eyes already scanning for weak spots.Then a voice I hadn’t heard since that night spoke up in a sharp tone.“Well, well. If it isn’t Bennett Cross.”I froze. “No. Fucking. Way.”Marcus Reid stepped out from behind the black pickup, swinging a bat loosely at his side, his gait too casual like he was strolling into a Sunday barbecue. The same Marcus Reid I had stabbed with a silver knife and handed to the cops on a platter.. The same bastard who should’ve been rotting in a cell right now.“Impossible,” I muttered, taking a step forward. “I saw the reports. You were—”“Locked up?” Reid

XANE’S POVI hadn't even dropped my phone before my mum’s voice carried up the stairs.“Xane! Dinner’s ready!”I groaned, rolling off my bed. Perfect timing mum. The happiness of talking to Lucas still lingered with me, she didn't even give me the chance to savor it, and now I had to sit through another polite family dinner. With a sigh, I shoved the phone in my pocket and trudged downstairs.On getting to the bottom step, I froze.Dalton Storm was seated at our dining table, already pouring himself a glass of wine. He was relaxed as though this was his home, his jacket draped over the chair, his expensive watch catching the light.I pasted on a polite smile. “Well. This is… unexpected.”Dalton’s gaze moved to me as he gave me a slow once-over. “Who were you talking to just now?” His voice was casual, but his eyes shone like a knife’s edge. “Sounded like you’ve got yourself a new boyfriend. I’m pretty sure I could hear some heavy flirting from down here.”I almost laughed at how wro

BENNETT’S POV Somewhere in the middle of the night, I dragged myself out of sleep, every muscle screaming as I shuffled toward the bathroom. My arm was still locked up tight in that damn sling, and my ribs felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to them. Okay, a bat wasn't much different.The room was dim, the bedside lamp throwing just enough light to make everything bright.Ryder was perched on the window ledge, his head bent over his phone, his face lit up pale blue by the screen. He looked up the second my feet hit the floor.“You good?” he asked softly, careful not to wake Lucas, who was slumped in the chair, his head hung forward, hair falling into his face. Typical—of course he’d stick around, even after I’d practically bitten his head off earlier.“Peachy,” I muttered, which was easier than admitting I felt like death warmed over. I made it to the bathroom and let the water run just to drown out how hard I was breathing. My wolf grumbled in the back of my mind, annoyed I

LUCAS’S POVXane’s weight pressed me into the mattress, his knee braced between my legs, His stupid smirk hovered an inch from my face.“Lost the bet, Lucas,” he said lazily, his voice low and amused. “You know what that means.”Before I could roll my eyes, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek.“Dude, cut it out,” I groaned, shoving at his chest. “This isn’t funny.”“Who said I was joking?” His tongue flicked across my collarbone, trailing kisses and sucking my neck.. My skin tingled where he touched me, and I hated that I didn’t hate it.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, trying to shove him off—And then I jolted awake. Fuck, I was dreaming..The room was bright with morning light. The lingering heat of the dream still clung to my skin. And standing at the foot of the hospital bed very real, very much not a dream was Xane.I blinked at him, then, like an idiot, reached out and patted his cheek. “You’re… real?”He arched an eyebrow, his lip curling in amusement. “Unless you’v