Kiss Of The Alpha : A YA Paranormal Romance

Chapter 177: Chapter 177

Heather

jumped up. "No! Don’t go in there."

The newbie cop—Johnson—pushed me as I started toward them. "You want to stay where you are."

"Get your hands off my mate." The words were a growl than anything, and the threat behind them was enough to set even me on edge.

But Johnson was a moron. He didn’t see the fury bubbling under the surface. And he certainly didn’t know Brent could turn into a wolf in a split second and rip out his throat.

Instead of calming the situation down, Officer Johnson did the worst thing possible and reached for his gun. "You need to sit your ass down while I deal with her."

Oh no he didn’t.

Cold fury ran through our bond, and I knew Brent was about to lose his shit.

Marlene stopped on the porch. For a second, I thought she was going to listen to me. "Johnson. You do your job. Keep them under control while I go in."

Terror gripped me, and suddenly I didn’t care so much about being thrown into the back of a cop car. "You don’t understand." Officer Johnson grabbed my arm as I tried to move toward the house, but I ignored him. She couldn’t go in there. "The owner of that house was the leader of these people. It could be booby trapped. There could be dangerous things in there. Things you don’t have the capacity to deal with."

"Young lady, you’ll want to watch how you talk to me." She pointed her finger at me. "You sit your ass down. Understand that I’m an officer of the law, and if there is something dangerous in there, then I am the one who should deal with it."

Another growl added to Brent’s.

This was going south. Fast.

"They have nothing to hide and no part in this," Dad said as he moved to stand between the growling alphas and the cops. He turned to the one who was still grabbing me. The cop’s fingers dug into my skin. If I were still human, I’d have bruises, but I wasn’t that fragile anymore. "Let the girl go. She’s going to cooperate fully."

The young cop listened to Dad, finally letting go. I caught Brent right as he was about to reach for the guy’s throat, and pushed him toward Dad. I kept his gaze as I lowered my voice, talking fast. "They can’t go in there. It’s too dangerous."

The spot between Dad’s eyebrows wrinkled as he leaned toward me. "Why?" He whispered.

"It could have wards or..." I didn’t even know what to expect. It could be anything, but it wouldn’t be anything good. "Who knows what black magic she left for us to find?"

He pressed his lips in a firm line as he stared at the house in question. "We can’t stop them, kiddo. They’re going to do their investigation, and then they’re going to come question all of us. Then we go home. But right now, they’re in charge."

"This is beyond stupid." I needed my messenger bag. It was still on the ground where we’d been sitting.

I reached into it, touching the vials inside and dreading whatever chaos was about to be unleashed. Luciana wouldn’t abandon her compound without leaving a nice surprise or two for us to find. "They’re a bunch of fucking idiots. They don’t know what they’re messing with."

Dad smiled, and little wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes. "I’m not going to argue that point. I raised a smart girl." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and squeezed me into his side. "Even if she does curse like a sailor."

I shook my head. The vials in my hands grew slick with sweat as I grasped them. There was a small tingle of magic as they went through the door, and it was growing. It danced across my skin, making all the little hairs on my arms stand on end.

Brent came to stand next to me. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I paused. "But I don’t know that they’re going to be okay. Magic is brewing in there and—"

The first scream turned my blood to ice. I thought about dashing into the house to help, but the gurgling noise told me I was already too late.

One cop was definitely dead.

For a second, everything went silent.

Then the smell of sulfur filled the air so strong I nearly choked. This was bad. This was so completely bad.

Four gunshots broke the night.

I stepped in front of Dad. "Get to the car. Now."

"I’m not leaving you here. I’m the Dad."

Another quick succession of gunshots rang out. I started dragging him away from the house. "And I can’t be killed by a stray bullet." Unless it was a headshot, I was reasonably certain I could heal it. It’d hurt, but I’d live. "You can." I shoved him toward the car. "Go. Now."

He froze for a second before pointing to something behind me.

"Oh my God." Officer Johnson’s voice spiked. "What is that?"

A creature slunk out of the house. Its skin was brown and wrinkly. Long nails hung from its claw-like hands, scraping wood as it stepped down from the porch.

And its beady red eyes bore into me like it was peering at my soul.

I recoiled from it, stumbling back a step before I could stop myself.

"That is a demon," Cosette said, chill as a cucumber.

"What the hell is this place?" Officer Johnson sprinted to the closest cop car, and dove into the backseat. The locks clicked behind him.

He was smarter than I’d thought. Running was definitely the safest thing for him to do.

I pushed Dad. "Get to the car. Now!"

He started moving slowly backward. I trusted that he’d listen. Or—at the very least—stay out of the way.

Gunfire broke the night again. Officer Marlene stumbled out the front door, one arm hanging limp at her side. She fired at the thing, and it spun toward her with a screech. Then it leaped and sank its teeth into her neck.

She tried to get her gun on it, but collapsed before she could fire another shot. Blood pooled on the ground as Officer Marlene bled out.

One second she was there, and the next she was dead.

The demon shook her like a dog with a toy. When it finally pulled away it grinned at us. Now its dripping red fangs matched its red eyes.

A shiver ripped down my spine. How could we fight this?

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