Beautiful Lies (Dark Secret Society #2) Read Online Stasia Black, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Dark Secret Society Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“Try to remind yourself why you accepted the invitation in the first place. It helps me when I want to storm out the front doors and never look back.” When I saw she didn’t seem to be getting any warmer with my coat, I closed the distance between us and wrapped her in my arms to offer some body heat. “The cellar is too cold. Let’s get you out of here.”

“What about the hunt?” she asked as she nuzzled herself into me.

“I won. It’s over.”

“What about the others? The dogs? I can still hear them looking for me.”

“Let them hunt. Frankly, let’s keep the fuckers out all night searching for you. When they find us, I’ll already have you in my possession. I’m sure they thought this would be easy. Well… let’s make the shitheads work for it.”

“I like that idea.”

Picking her up and cradling her in my arms, I said, “I want to take you to a place I went as a boy with my friends. It’ll take them a bit to find us there since I know we already covered the rocky ridge earlier hunting for you. It would require them doubling back which will really piss them off.”

“I can walk,” she said, but she didn’t try to resist or wiggle out of my arms.

“They’ll be looking for your tracks. Not mine. I’m going to ditch the horse too, just to be extra safe.” I nodded at the lantern. “You can hold that and light our way.”

“What about the tail?” She scowled in the direction of the corner it was tossed in.

“Leave it. You lost it during the hunt. Not your problem.”

“The Elders won’t get mad?”

“Nowhere in the rules does it say you have to keep the cloak or tail. They may not like the fact you don’t have any of it still on, but they can’t claim you did anything wrong or it being worthy of failing the Trial.”

The sound of the hounds was getting louder, and I knew we had to act fast or risk the night ending. As much as I wanted a hot shower, our bed, and the Oleander walls protecting us from this barbaric ritual, I meant it when I said I wanted the members to have to suffer a bit. It had rained earlier. The ground was a muddy mess, and the mosquitoes were out for vengeance. Muggy hunting wasn’t a fun activity, and no doubt they all were dreaming about a bourbon and a blowjob right about now.

I sure as fuck wouldn’t mind a good ol’ B and B. But since I had to carry a muddy girl to a hidden cave and had to be uncomfortable, they sure as fuck would be too.

“How did you find me?” she asked me again as we made our way to the ridge.

“You’re smart. I figured you’d come to the cellar.” I repositioned her weight so that I could make sure the jacket kept her covered as much as possible.

“Am I getting too heavy?” She wrapped her arms around my neck as if that would help.

“I’m in shape now because of you. All our morning exercise has helped with my so-called pudgy gut,” I said with a smirk. “And no, you’re not too heavy.” I sped up my pace just to prove my statement, plus I wanted to reach the cave before our lantern light was spotted from afar.

“Do I stink?” she asked. “Because I really feel like I stink.”

I laughed out loud and shook my head. “No, you don’t stink.”

“I may never get this mud out of my hair.”

“If I remember correctly, there’s some water that drips into the cave. It forms stalagmites or stalactites or whatever they’re called. But there should be enough for you to be able to clean off once we get there.”

We walked the rest of the way in silence, the only sound being the barks of far-off hounds. So far off, that I knew we would have a couple of hours of safety before the hunters began to retrace their steps. When the cave appeared, I couldn’t help but smile at the memories that washed over me.

Montgomery, Beau, Rafe, Walker, Emmett, and I loved coming to our secret clubhouse. No one knew about this place—at least that we knew of—and we liked that it was all ours to explore and hang out in. Some of the parties we were brought to at the manor were so stuffy that we couldn’t wait to run out and play in our special cave. The Oleander wasn’t all bad. In fact, there was a time when all of us boys couldn’t wait to be a member of The Order of the Silver Ghost. It was a rite of passage like losing our virginities. It wasn’t something any of us dreaded but looked forward to.



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