Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

My nerves were getting the best of me, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. I wondered if Elliot was sleeping right now; I wondered if he was thinking about me at all. I'm sure he was... I hoped he knew that I was doing everything I could to save him. His life was in danger, and I hated that I was so far away from him.

As the hours ticked by and the house grew deadly silent, I knew this was my chance to explore some other areas of the house. I wanted to find Scott's office and search around to see if maybe he was hiding the dagger in there.

I climbed out of bed and made my way out of the room, opening the door slowly so I wouldn't alert anyone that I was leaving my room. I could hardly hear anything in any of the rooms, which meant they had to have been sleeping. I wondered how many rooms were occupied and how many contained sleeping rogues. How many rogues were in each room?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued down the hallway. I found the stairway that led to the second floor; it was incredibly dark up there, but I always had good eyesight, so I was able to navigate my way up the stairs easily.

I wasn't sure where to even begin on finding his office. I didn't want to accidentally stumble upon someone else's bedroom. I wasn't sure how I'd be able to explain myself in that case. I started by pressing my ear to each door, trying to find any signs of life.

I could hear light breathing in one of the rooms and I figured someone was sleeping in there. I moved onto the next door, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. There was snoring coming from that door.

Letting out the breath I had been holding, I moved on to the next door. I could hear some light talking and I realized I recognized my brother's voice. This was his bedroom? Was he awake? Upon hearing some more of his incoherent words, I realized he was sleep-talking.

I walked to the end of the hall and pressed my ear to the door. I waited with bated breath, trying to listen for any signs of anybody, but there was nothing but silence. I reached for the doorknob and turned it; the door was unlocked.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a desk on the far side of the room along with some other office-type furniture. This had to be Scott's office.

Relieved that I finally made it to my destination, I slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind me. I didn't bother turning on the light; if anyone walked out of their bedrooms and saw the light on, they would come and investigate. I was good at seeing in the dark, so I navigated through the room with ease. I opened each drawer, but I came up blank.

Aggravated, I walked over to the closet and opened the doors. I froze when I saw a safe attached to the wall.

That had to be where Scott was keeping the dagger!

Excitement filled me; now I just

needed to figure out the passcode. I

spoke to Scott a lot today and

found out different things. Like the

day his adopted mother died

I tried that first and it beeped at the failed attempt. I sighed and tried our combined birthday. It beeped again as it failed.

I thought even harder, wondering

how many tries this safe would

allow me to have before it locked me

out for good. I had to make this next try count because I couldn't risk Scott being alerted that someone was trying to break into the safe.

I typed in the date of our birth parent's death; to my delight, it dinged, and I heard it unlatching.

I nearly squealed with excitement as I swung the door open only to find that the safe was completely empty.

My entire heart fell deep into my stomach.

"Looking for this?" I heard a voice say from behind me.

I whipped around, shocked to find

Scott standing at the doorway,, holding the very dagger I was

looking for. I felt complete/yvel

defeated.

Beside him was the rogue who practically threatened me earlier; humor danced in his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"I told you she was up to no good," he murmured. "She was never on our side, and she never will be."