Shifter Romance: In the Pale Moonlight (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (New Adult Shifter Billionaire Romance Short Stories Alpha) by A.J. Lewis Page A
Authors: A.J. Lewis
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reached for the knob and turned it, surprised to find it already unlocked, and opened the door.
I snatched the keys from his hand before he could speak, and shoved him inside the open door with one swift motion, and finally slammed it shut behind me. I heard a thud, and yelling.
“HOW DARE YOU!” flooded through the kitchen. I flicked through the keychain until I found the one he’d selected previously, crammed it into the lock and turned until I heard a click. I flicked through the keys again, shoving one after another into the basement door. The old man relentlessly beat against his prison, causing me to shake and quiver in fear.
At last, I got the basement door open. Light streamed into it revealing a small set of stairs. On the first step lay a crumpled man. An attractive crumpled man at that. He was shielding his eyes from the incoming light. And although he had beautiful dark hair, smooth skin, and seemed to be well dressed, he also looked tired. His eyes had dark bags under them, and his face was covered with rough stubble.
“Thank you.” He whispered, “I need water.”
I ran for the sink, and filled a glass to the brim. He guzzled it down, but didn’t attempt to get up. The old man continued to bang against the door, yelling obscenities at me.
“Do you want me to call the police now?” I asked the man on the floor. He shook his head no.
“No police. I can’t.” He finally stiffly stood up, using the wall for support. The man towered over me in height. His stormy blue eyes gazed down at me, penetrating my very soul with their ferocity.
“I am Rex Huntington, the true owner of this place. The old man is a fraud and I will deal with him.”
Rex was intimidating. The way he said “deal with him” caused me to shiver with fear despite just seeing the man lying on the floor weak and tired. I hoped he didn’t deal with him in a horrid way. I’d have to call the police then. Although I understood wanting to hurt someone who’d locked you up in a basement for however long. Who wouldn’t?
Rex placed his now empty glass on the kitchen island. The clank of the glass on marble rang out in a definitive tone. He went over and banged on the door where the old man had gone silent.
“Charles. I’m free now. Are you ready to come out and face your consequence?” Rex playfully grumbled.
Surely he wasn’t going to do anything horrible in front of me. I began to question my sanity again. What if the old man had locked him up in order to save himself in some way? Why does no one want to call the police? It was too much. And in all honesty, I was scared. I didn’t want to witness anything brutal. If I attempted to do anything, what if this Rex guy lashed out at me? I’m sure he was probably a little traumatized from being in the basement. That could alter anyone’s thoughts.
I began to edge out of the room as the old man pleaded for forgiveness while Rex grinned a toothy smile. It was disconcerting to see and he didn’t look my way until I’d nearly made it out of the room. His face snapped towards mine.
“Wait, wait. I need to thank you. Please.”
Even that had me on edge, “I’m good. It’s all good. Glad you’re safe. I really need to go. I uhh, have to get more cleaning supplies.”
Rex’s attention was focused on me now. He fumbled around in his pocket until he produced a wallet. He leafed through it, grabbed some bills and walked towards me with them in his outstretched hand.
“Please, take this. I don’t know how this would have happened otherwise.”
When he got close I flinched away. It was just a reaction from my previous thoughts. This man could do anything and I didn’t want to upset him but it was just instinct to think he’d attack. His previously deranged looking face immediately turned to worry when he noticed my reaction.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Really. I’m sorry I spooked you.”
I felt bad. Mainly I was just worried about what would be happening next.
I snatched the keys from his hand before he could speak, and shoved him inside the open door with one swift motion, and finally slammed it shut behind me. I heard a thud, and yelling.
“HOW DARE YOU!” flooded through the kitchen. I flicked through the keychain until I found the one he’d selected previously, crammed it into the lock and turned until I heard a click. I flicked through the keys again, shoving one after another into the basement door. The old man relentlessly beat against his prison, causing me to shake and quiver in fear.
At last, I got the basement door open. Light streamed into it revealing a small set of stairs. On the first step lay a crumpled man. An attractive crumpled man at that. He was shielding his eyes from the incoming light. And although he had beautiful dark hair, smooth skin, and seemed to be well dressed, he also looked tired. His eyes had dark bags under them, and his face was covered with rough stubble.
“Thank you.” He whispered, “I need water.”
I ran for the sink, and filled a glass to the brim. He guzzled it down, but didn’t attempt to get up. The old man continued to bang against the door, yelling obscenities at me.
“Do you want me to call the police now?” I asked the man on the floor. He shook his head no.
“No police. I can’t.” He finally stiffly stood up, using the wall for support. The man towered over me in height. His stormy blue eyes gazed down at me, penetrating my very soul with their ferocity.
“I am Rex Huntington, the true owner of this place. The old man is a fraud and I will deal with him.”
Rex was intimidating. The way he said “deal with him” caused me to shiver with fear despite just seeing the man lying on the floor weak and tired. I hoped he didn’t deal with him in a horrid way. I’d have to call the police then. Although I understood wanting to hurt someone who’d locked you up in a basement for however long. Who wouldn’t?
Rex placed his now empty glass on the kitchen island. The clank of the glass on marble rang out in a definitive tone. He went over and banged on the door where the old man had gone silent.
“Charles. I’m free now. Are you ready to come out and face your consequence?” Rex playfully grumbled.
Surely he wasn’t going to do anything horrible in front of me. I began to question my sanity again. What if the old man had locked him up in order to save himself in some way? Why does no one want to call the police? It was too much. And in all honesty, I was scared. I didn’t want to witness anything brutal. If I attempted to do anything, what if this Rex guy lashed out at me? I’m sure he was probably a little traumatized from being in the basement. That could alter anyone’s thoughts.
I began to edge out of the room as the old man pleaded for forgiveness while Rex grinned a toothy smile. It was disconcerting to see and he didn’t look my way until I’d nearly made it out of the room. His face snapped towards mine.
“Wait, wait. I need to thank you. Please.”
Even that had me on edge, “I’m good. It’s all good. Glad you’re safe. I really need to go. I uhh, have to get more cleaning supplies.”
Rex’s attention was focused on me now. He fumbled around in his pocket until he produced a wallet. He leafed through it, grabbed some bills and walked towards me with them in his outstretched hand.
“Please, take this. I don’t know how this would have happened otherwise.”
When he got close I flinched away. It was just a reaction from my previous thoughts. This man could do anything and I didn’t want to upset him but it was just instinct to think he’d attack. His previously deranged looking face immediately turned to worry when he noticed my reaction.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Really. I’m sorry I spooked you.”
I felt bad. Mainly I was just worried about what would be happening next.
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