Secrets Of The Alpha 2: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (His Secrets Series) by Elena Stone Page B
Authors: Elena Stone
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All he wants is to go back to his family. He wants the cure,” Fran explained. “I just wish I wasn’t such an idiot for falling for him,” she added in a soft voice.
“You’re not an idiot,” I started and then shook my head. “Okay maybe you are,” I said smiling.
“But then again, so was I, and now look at me. Vincent and I are set to be married…that is if we live long enough.” Fran smiled at me.
I suddenly noticed Nathan grab a steak knife from the counter. My immediate instinct was to fling myself at Vincent, to protect him.
“Did anybody hear that?” Nathan asked, knife in hand.
Chapter 9
His eyes were darting back and forth as if he was looking for some unseen villain. I shook my head and so did Ophagia and Penny.
“I didn’t hear anything either,” Fran pointed out.
“I heard it too,” Vincent said as he stood up. Nathan dropped the steak knife and looked up at Vincent.
“We can’t bring knives to a gun fight. Muse, where are your guns?” He asked. We all shook our heads, giving him the answer that he least wanted. There were no guns on the Muse mansion.
“I don’t own any guns,” Vincent finally said, confirming his fears. Nathan looked like he had just been told that the sky was made of Jell-O pudding.
My heart was pounding hard against my chest as the two men ran to the window.
“Shit,” Nathan said under his breath.
Fran took my hand in hers, and her grip was getting tighter by the minute. What I couldn’t see was that there were a number of black SUVs driving up the road leading to the house. The vehicles stopped at the gate but only briefly before we heard a series of explosions. Whoever they were, they were literally bringing down the walls and gates so that they could get in. Even from where I was, I could see the big cloud of smoke that was rising in their wake.
“This cannot be happening again,” Fran said in a whisper.
Suddenly, Ophagia jumped up and ran to the side of the stairs. She began hitting the wall, and I could have sworn that the old woman had finally gone crazy. The knocking she was doing seemed to be systematic rather than a frantic pounding. She did it a number of times, and when the wall gave way to a secret door opening to a secret hallway, we all gasped.
“How did you…” I started before she put her hand up.
“Don’t ask. Just walk,” she said in an authoritative tone. “Just follow my lead,” she said as she walked into the passageway.
We all did as she asked, Vincent being the last to come through. Ophagia led us down to a staircase that took us below the mansion. We walked down and a few minutes later, we were at another wall. She knocked on the wall again, and another door opened. She then turned on the lights as we let ourselves into what seemed like a makeshift lab. There were ceiling high shelves with old books and what looked like half-done experiments. I looked around the place and raised an eyebrow.
“What is this place?” I asked. “Where are we?”
“I live here,” Ophagia said as she walked to a table.
“You live here?” I asked in surprise, and she nodded without turning around.
“How did you think I am always around when you need me?” She asked as she looked at Vincent who looked as surprised as the rest of us were. He suddenly burst out laughing.
“Okay, the basics. The bathroom’s right down there, there’s the kitchen if any of you need anything to eat or drink… and I only have one bedroom, but I think the couches and futon will be more than enough to make us comfortable,” she said.
“Thanks, Ophagia,” I said in a soft voice.
“So is there anything about secret doors in that big book you had buried your nose in earlier?” Vincent asked. I was having a hard time understanding how he was able to remain so lighthearted considering there were murderous people just upstairs.
“I don’t know,
“You’re not an idiot,” I started and then shook my head. “Okay maybe you are,” I said smiling.
“But then again, so was I, and now look at me. Vincent and I are set to be married…that is if we live long enough.” Fran smiled at me.
I suddenly noticed Nathan grab a steak knife from the counter. My immediate instinct was to fling myself at Vincent, to protect him.
“Did anybody hear that?” Nathan asked, knife in hand.
Chapter 9
His eyes were darting back and forth as if he was looking for some unseen villain. I shook my head and so did Ophagia and Penny.
“I didn’t hear anything either,” Fran pointed out.
“I heard it too,” Vincent said as he stood up. Nathan dropped the steak knife and looked up at Vincent.
“We can’t bring knives to a gun fight. Muse, where are your guns?” He asked. We all shook our heads, giving him the answer that he least wanted. There were no guns on the Muse mansion.
“I don’t own any guns,” Vincent finally said, confirming his fears. Nathan looked like he had just been told that the sky was made of Jell-O pudding.
My heart was pounding hard against my chest as the two men ran to the window.
“Shit,” Nathan said under his breath.
Fran took my hand in hers, and her grip was getting tighter by the minute. What I couldn’t see was that there were a number of black SUVs driving up the road leading to the house. The vehicles stopped at the gate but only briefly before we heard a series of explosions. Whoever they were, they were literally bringing down the walls and gates so that they could get in. Even from where I was, I could see the big cloud of smoke that was rising in their wake.
“This cannot be happening again,” Fran said in a whisper.
Suddenly, Ophagia jumped up and ran to the side of the stairs. She began hitting the wall, and I could have sworn that the old woman had finally gone crazy. The knocking she was doing seemed to be systematic rather than a frantic pounding. She did it a number of times, and when the wall gave way to a secret door opening to a secret hallway, we all gasped.
“How did you…” I started before she put her hand up.
“Don’t ask. Just walk,” she said in an authoritative tone. “Just follow my lead,” she said as she walked into the passageway.
We all did as she asked, Vincent being the last to come through. Ophagia led us down to a staircase that took us below the mansion. We walked down and a few minutes later, we were at another wall. She knocked on the wall again, and another door opened. She then turned on the lights as we let ourselves into what seemed like a makeshift lab. There were ceiling high shelves with old books and what looked like half-done experiments. I looked around the place and raised an eyebrow.
“What is this place?” I asked. “Where are we?”
“I live here,” Ophagia said as she walked to a table.
“You live here?” I asked in surprise, and she nodded without turning around.
“How did you think I am always around when you need me?” She asked as she looked at Vincent who looked as surprised as the rest of us were. He suddenly burst out laughing.
“Okay, the basics. The bathroom’s right down there, there’s the kitchen if any of you need anything to eat or drink… and I only have one bedroom, but I think the couches and futon will be more than enough to make us comfortable,” she said.
“Thanks, Ophagia,” I said in a soft voice.
“So is there anything about secret doors in that big book you had buried your nose in earlier?” Vincent asked. I was having a hard time understanding how he was able to remain so lighthearted considering there were murderous people just upstairs.
“I don’t know,
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