Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Incident at the Mansion

"Police! Supernatural Enforcement Division! Open up!" The shout is clear, even through the closed windows of the SUV.

Silence follows. Then, another shout: "We have a warrant! Open the door or we’ll force entry!"

More silence.

I hold my breath, watching as Logan and the tactical team position themselves around the door. One of them hefts a battering ram, ready to swing.

The ram swings forward, connecting with the door in a resounding crash. Once, twice, three times—and then the door gives way with a splintering crack.

Logan is the first one through, his gun drawn. The others follow close behind, their movements swift and coordinated. And then they’re gone, swallowed up by the darkness of the house.

I strain my ears, desperate for any sound, any clue as to what’s happening inside. But there’s nothing—no shouts, no gunfire. Just an eerie, oppressive silence.

The officer across from me shifts, her hand moving to rest on her own weapon.

A crackle of static makes me jump. The officer’s radio comes to life, spitting out a burst of code I can’t decipher. Her face remains impassive as she listens, but I see her shoulders relax slightly.

"What is it?" I demand. "What’s happening?"

She holds up a hand, silencing me as she listens to more chatter on the radio. Finally, she turns to me. "They’ve secured the premises. No immediate threats detected."

Relief floods through me, so intense it’s almost painful. But it’s short-lived as another thought occurs to me. "What about Mr. Fernsby? Did they find him?"

The officer’s expression doesn’t change. "I don’t have that information, ma’am. I just need you to sit here and wait for Officer Everett, okay?"

I nod, slumping back against the seat. The adrenaline that’s been coursing through me starts to ebb, leaving me feeling drained and shaky.

Outside, more vehicles arrive. An ambulance pulls up, its lights flashing but siren silent. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of anxiety through me.

I watch as paramedics unload a stretcher, wheeling it towards the house with practiced efficiency. My throat tightens, making it hard to breathe.

"Ms. D’Armand?" The officer’s voice pulls me back to the present. "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine. Just hoping no one’s dead," I admit quietly.

"That’s always the hope."

Two SED officers walk out of the large house with the strange woman handcuffed between them. She seems to know where I am, because her head jerks up and she glowers in my direction.

"Do you know her?" The woman beside me asks.

"No. She’s the one who opened the door when we got here, but I’ve never seen her before."

"Hmm. Seems like she knows you."

I nod jerkily; it does seem that way, doesn’t it? But I have no idea why.

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