Secrets Of The Alpha 2: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (His Secrets Series)

Secrets Of The Alpha

His Secrets Series

Book 2

Elena Stone

Copyright © 2015 Elena Stone

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Chapter 1

I was running around the house trying to find Vincent. He didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“Vincent!” I called out as I ran around from one room to the other.

It seemed like I was going into the same rooms over and over again, but I really didn’t care. I just really wanted to find him. I was in a panic, and I didn’t even understand why. I ran up the stairs as I called out his name.

“Vincent!” There was still no answer. Every time I called for him, I held my breath and waited to hear him answer my call, but it never happened. The mansion was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I could almost hear my own heart beating in my chest.

“Vincent?” I was now standing outside his bedroom door.

I pushed the door gently and gasped when I noticed that he was not there. The room was empty. I was hoping that I might find him sleeping soundly in bed, that he didn’t answer my call because he probably didn’t hear me. I was confused as I stood outside his door. I had no idea what to do next.

“What the…” I started when I noticed two men emerging from the room.

I barely had enough time to get used to the fact that they were in the room when they suddenly put a bag over my head. I would have wanted to fight back, but I just couldn’t. Everything around me had just gone dark and so did time.

When I finally came to, I was seated at a table in a dark room. I tried opening my eyes widely to allow my eyes to adapt to the darkness, but it was to no avail. The room was just too dark. It was a long minute before I finally heard the voices around me. It was like they were so far away, almost too far. I looked up as the voices slowly became clearer and clearer, but it still sounded like I was inside something, almost as if I was under water… yeah, that was it. It was the same thing, the way you struggled to hear people when you were trying to do a Michael Phelps and swim under the water. I heard the voice calling out again.

“Can you hear me?” They were the first clear words I heard. I could now tell that it was a woman’s voice. I tried looking into the darkness, but I still couldn’t see a thing.

“I asked, can you hear me?” The voice said again. It was a little louder now. I struggled to nod.

“Yes,” I struggled to say.

I couldn’t understand why I felt so tired, groggy even. Maybe whoever this was had drugged me or something because the last thing I could remember was standing in Vincent’s room. I didn’t even know where I was or how I came to be there. I tried to look around again, but I couldn’t see anything. I could hear the voices, but my eyes seemed to be taking forever to adapt to the darkness.

“Where am I?” I asked trying to look around.

“I ask the questions here, Winnie,” the same female voice from before said. “Not the other way around. It’s important that you learn the rules around here.” I would have loved to see who it.

She knows my name? She knows my fucking name. I tried straightening myself in the uncomfortable chair I was in. Who the hell is she? Where the hell am I? I wondered. After trying for so long, my eyes were now beginning to make out two figures in the room.

“So, I will ask again, what do you know about Vincent Muse?” She asked. “What secrets are you keeping for that monster of a man?” She asked again.

My lips parted slightly at the mention of Vincent’s name. He was what all this was about? He was the reason I had been dragged out to the middle of nowhere by some black ops weirdos? Vincent… what was going on here? Where was the man I loved?

“What do you know about Vincent Muse, Winnie? I literally have all day,” the woman said.

Her voice was calm, but at the same time annoyingly intimidating. Why was she so interested about Vincent? Did she work for the same people as Nathan Hughes who were just looking to hunt down my boyfriend/fiancé? Where was he? What the hell was going on? I needed to know that he was okay. I needed to see him at least. I was trying as hard as I could not to panic, but it was almost impossible. I squinted when a bright light suddenly came on.

“These are the faces of the victims we know of,” the female voice said again. I sighed silently when I looked up at the light. It was illuminating pictures of Nathan Hughes, Lou Jameson, and Gloria Darling.

“For all we know, there could be a dozens more out there.” I knew why Nathan and Lou’s pictures were up there, but I could not for the life of me understand why Gloria’s photo was up there. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get out there and find Vincent.

“Was he one of yours?” I asked as I pointed at Nathan Hughes’ picture. “That was self-defense.” The woman who had been talking took a few steps forward. I could see her now — not very clearly — but it was good to finally put a bitch to the voice. “And that was an accident,” I added as I pointed at Lou.

“What about Gloria?” The woman asked. I raised an eyebrow over the other and shrugged.

“What about her?” I asked.

“What do you mean what about her? I want to know if you know what happened to her.”

Her voice was a little more authoritative now, or was it anger that I heard in there? Whatever it was, I didn’t know, and I was not exactly eager to know. I had no answer for her question because the truth was I didn’t know the first thing about where Gloria was. All I knew was that she was supposed to see me a few weeks ago and that she never showed up.

“Well, do you know what happened to her?” She asked again. I looked at Gloria’s picture and then my gaze fell. “Oh I see. You had no idea she was dead, did you? Interesting.” I wanted to lunge at her and demand to know what I was doing here. I was about to make that demand when the woman walked over to the table.

“Winnie, do you realize just how lucky you are?” She started. I would have rolled my eyes at her if my mind wasn’t so busy wondering about Vincent. “You have been in grave danger for the last few months, and honestly it is just by luck that you are still alive.”

“Oh really? What is it to you whether I die or live?” I asked as I looked at her.

“We are just concerned about your wellbeing, Winnie. That’s all,” the woman said. This time, I did roll my eyes at her.

“Oh, please. Step off your high horse, why don’t you?” I said as I looked at her. Her facial features were not entirely clear to me, but I could tell that she was a slim woman of medium height.

“If you really cared then you wouldn’t have grabbed me in the middle of the night. I mean you even put a bag over my head as if this was some covert mission and everything.”

“How do you know it’s not? I mean, for all you know, we could be cops, and you might have fallen right into a top secret investigation,” the medium height woman said. “We are the good guys, Winnie.” I forced out a laugh.

“Good guys, huh?” I asked. “Last time I checked, good guys are more of the sit down and have a reasonable conversation kind, but what you are doing is…bullshit,” I said angrily.

“You seem to have the wrong idea about us, here,” the interrogator said.

“Is there any other idea I should have about you? I mean, you do have me shackled to a table and my boss in a cage, lady,” I said as I looked at her. The woman leaned and looked at me.

“Winnie, I know this is hard for you right now, but like I said before, we are the good guys,” she said. I looked at her and shrugged. I would have crossed my arms over my chest if I wasn’t shackled to the table by my wrists.

“I know for a fact that you are not cops,” I pointed out, albeit a little rudely. “Cops don’t grab people in the middle of the night and blind them so they don’t see where you are taking them.” I peered into the darkness.

“You are not cops,” I said again. I saw the woman cross her arms on her chest. “So who do you work for anyway?” I asked as I leaned back in the less than comfortable chair I was in.

“That is privileged information, Winnie,” she started. “All you need to know is that we are the good guys like I said. Our job is detaining and terminating the monsters of this world even if all we can do is protect the people closest to the said monsters from harm.” I frowned at her.

“Vincent is not a monster.” My voice was quavering as I said it. “You know what, you might as well be the police. I mean after all, nowadays all the cops do is snuff out anything or anyone different like the crazed hound dogs they are.”

“You know, Winnie I beg to differ, if for anything, then for the three people right there. I mean, what do you think they would say about Vincent?” She asked. I would have given anything to throw something at her, even just to throw her off balance.

“I’ll tell you what Nathan, Lou, and Gloria would say. They would agree with me. They would say that Vincent Muse is most definitely a monster, and by the time we finish with you, you will think so too,” she said.

I was about to open my mouth to answer when she pressed a button that brought up a huge screen. I gasped when I saw Vincent in a tall cage on the screen. There were three or four armed men guarding him. I blinked back a tear and let out a low whimper.

“Vincent,” I said under my breath. It was all I could do to keep myself from bursting into tears.

“Why don’t you say hello to your boyfriend?” The woman said in a more than condescending tone.

“Oh my God…Oh my God…” was all that was going through my mind. They had him. All this time, they had him and in a cage no less. They had my man. They had Vincent.

“Vincent! Vincent… Are you okay?” I called out as I looked at him. The tear I had fought so long was finally winning. It was slowly rolling down one of my cheeks. I hated that I couldn’t control myself.

“Yes…yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” Vincent said. “Don’t believe anything they tell you, Winnie.”

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry out so loud and let out the frustration I felt in my heart. My heart went out to Vincent when one of the guards suddenly whipped him with a small leather strap. Vincent didn’t make a sound, but I could tell from the expression on his face that it hurt.

“Who said you could speak?” The guard asked. I sighed in shock when he said that. What was this? A communistic state? Now people couldn’t even talk at will?

“Stop it!” I suddenly said when the man struck Vincent again. “What, do you have a death wish or something?” I said even though every bit of me wished that I had stayed silent. I had always known that it was unwise to poke the bear. It was most definitely equally unwise to be whipping a wolf, if someone asked me.

“Oh,” the female interrogator said. I was still looking at Vincent. “So you do think he could kill so easily? I was under the impression that you held him in much higher regard than that.”

I should have stayed quiet. Maybe my blabbering was going to cost him another strike. I watched in horror as the one of the guards readied his whip.

“They are playing with your head, Winnie. Don’t listen. Don’t…” Vincent never got to finish his sentence. The guard was whipping him more, and he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. I sobbed silently.

“Don’t talk, baby. They’ll keep beating you if you do,” I pleaded as I looked at Vincent suffering in the cage. I would have given anything to go to him, to hold him close, to be by his side as we kicked the living daylights out of these sadistic people, whoever they were.

“I’m afraid Vincent doesn’t have much of a choice, Winnie. He will answer any and all questions we have for him,” the woman said as she looked at me.

I had tried keeping my cool but her words and that condescending tone were the straws that broke my back. I was looking at him as I tried lunging at her. I groaned loudly when I felt a painful strain on my wrist. It was only then that I realized that I couldn’t go anywhere. There was a sick smile on the woman’s face.

“We had to do that Winnie, in case you got any silly ideas. Kind of like what just happened.” I would have given anything to bash her face in. She turned to the screen and held up a picture of Nathan Hughes.