Storm is a nobody without her pretty face, her smart mouth and her oblivious healing gift. But all that changes when the gods, to prevent the annihilation of an entire specie, orchestrates her meeting with an underground mafia lord; a ruthless Lycan, who had been exiled from his pack for killing his father. ***TO NOTE*** Story contains: 1. R18 scenes 2. Violence. 3.Short tales of two other main characters apart from Female Lead(related). 4. Up for WSA!
STORM
Wherever we are going is very far. Storm thought somberly. They have been on the road for more than two hours. It made her wonder if taking a flight hadn't been the best option.
"How long before we get to the house?" She asked Lent who was driving. There had been no stops since the journey commenced. Snacks and water had been available on her seat when she had stepped into the car. Lent had come prepared.
Lent shrugged, humming to the slow, unfamiliar music playing on the car radio. "Some minutes from now."
Storm wanted to tell him that was exactly what he had said an hour ago, but she kept quiet, deciding to try out his answer one last time. The next time she would cut the journey short. Her buttocks were crying for relief.