AN: Before you read the rest of this book, I want you all to remember that this book is 100% fictional. These are fictional supernatural creatures so relationships for them are completely different. Because they are basically immoral sometimes their mates are born after they mature. So if you have a problem with this going forward it is understandable and I thank you for your reads thus far. For those of you that still wish to continue... I love you all so much 😭😭😫😫With that being said, please enjoy the rest of Storm's story. 😁😘
❤️🔥KANE'S P.O.V❤️🔥
It's been almost a week since the encounter with Storm and her brothers, and things have been rather tense. I've barely gotten any real time with my mate, since we were all trying to give her comfort and reassurance. I've been staying in her dorm room, sleeping on an air mattress while her other two mates were in their room next door. My phone buzzed indicating that I had a message. I rolled over groggily as I patted the floor in search of either my phone or the charger. Locating the charger, I carefully pull up my phone to see yet another text from Chantelle. She's been blowing up my phone with calls and text, and the shit is fucking annoying."You know, you could always just answer her calls and text." Came the sweet sound of my beautiful mates voice. I looked up at her with a smile plastered on my face.
"I see you're feeling better this morning." I said as I took in the sight before me. Wearing a Pink and black spots bra, with pink and black leggings, and one of her wigs. She looked fucking delicious. "She's breathtaking in workout clothes. Just imagine how gorgeous she'll look once we ask her out for our first date." Alaric said and I had no choice other than to agree.
"Well I can't let my brothers misogynistic bullshit effect me forever." She said taking a sip of the pink and black water bottle she held in her hand. "You still haven't said anything to the solution I just presented you with." I ran a hand over my face as I let out a sigh of frustration.
"Honestly, I just don't want to deal with her shit while I'm with you." I said referring to Chantelle. After a couple of days of being with Storm, Chantelle began blowing up my phone, leaving me no choice but to tell my mate who she was and why she was blowing me up. It's not like I wasn't going to tell her anyway. I rather we have no secrets.
"I get it Kane, but you need to go break it off with her or this will forever be a problem."I smiled at my very smart and mature mate. I wish I was as mature as she was at this age. Maybe I wouldn't be in this situation with Chantelle if I were.
"I just don't know what to do. She lives with me Storm. I can't just be like, 'yea, so it's been great and all, but I found my mate! Get out.'" I said causing her to laugh at my pain. I rolled my eyes and she came to sit on my lap as she placed her arms around my neck.
"I know it's not an ideal situation, but you created this problem for yourself the moment you obtained a girlfriend knowing that you had someone out there made for you. I mean, I didn't even do that, and I didn't even know that actual soulmates existed." She said with a raised brow that caused me to burry my face in her neck due to embarrassment.
"But, she's not my girlfriend, babe. We just hook up." I said muffled against her soft neck.
"Yea and I'm the fucking Pope!" She said sarcastically causing me to lift my head and mug her goofy ass. "The moment you allowed her to be the only woman in your life and home. She became your girlfriend." I groaned as I place my face back in the crook of her neck where it belonged. "I know that it's not what you meant to happen, but that's what it is. Just tell her the truth. Then give her a month to move." I smacked my lips and raised up to look at her again.
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Storm ~ Book: 1
FantasyBeing the rightful heir to the throne doesn't necessarily mean that life would be easy. It's quite the opposite. Especially when you don't even know that throne exists! Waking up in an orphanage with no memory of who she is, other than two duffel ba...