Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) by Clarissa Black Page A
Authors: Clarissa Black
She clutched her electronic reader. So far she had uncovered the long line of ‘science royalty.’ She would have learned more but her e-reader started beeping.
** Low Batt. Please Charge.**
It blinked before shutting down. And I just charged this thing. Sigh…
“How high are we exactly?” She asked the college student who manned the horse dragging the carriage.
“About 1,500 feet in altitude ma’m” he said in a sweet voice. “There’s nothing but wilderness up here in this mountain.”
The beeping of her phone suddenly caught her attention.
** Low Batt.**
Of all the time for this to happen. And I just charged this thing too.
“Tell me about this mountain, kid.” She said tucking her scarf in her jacket.
“Umm. Besides that we’re not supposed to be here? It’s private property. Owned by the Tasla family. Their company is releasing the biggest alternative energy. I saw that in the news you reported. We talk about it at the university. It sure is great. I mean, for my generation.”
“That’s where Elliot Tasla lives right?”
Elliot, the recluse, who abstained from the affairs of the multi-billion dollar company he ran with his brother. He could be dating supermodels, but for some reason, he chose to be lock himself here… with no electricity.
“I believe so. There’s another thing. There was a woman who came to these castle not long ago. She came back to town crying. It’s not my business to ask but what is the nature of your visit? I mean just in case.. people come looking for you.”
She noted that detail about the woman and flashed her reporter badge. He nodded.
“Well, I hate to burst your bubble but it seems like a storm is brewing. You mentioned your colleagues are on their way up here, but I doubt anyone will take them up here now.”
“Can I use your phone, kid?” she asked.
“It’s dead ma’m”
***
Downwards this time. Like an ant, the sight of the college student turned to a speck as it descended the winding mountain roads. With a mountain’s panoramic view, she could see the town in the valley below. She thought how she’d rather snuggle in the local tourist hotel after she got a margarita.
Her marvelous view was only eclipsed by the sight of a medieval castle in the summit. Its tower spiraled to the sky, giving it an impression that it wanted to reach, or at least, touch the heavens.
Clearing the twisted vegetation on the gate, she stepped into the pathway leading to the door. Pines crunched under the heels of her stilettoes.
She stepped on the covered porch and knocked on the wooden door. The door did not yield an answer. Just hollowness. She knocked again, placing her ear close to the wood, and hoping to hear any sign of movement.
Great, I’m here in the top of a mountain. No electricity. My phone is dead and absolutely no way to get back. For a technological billionaire, he sure has a pretty low-tech way of greeting his visitors
After knocking for almost half an hour, Gina felt unsure what to do next. At this altitude, atmospheric disturbances occurs eye-level. Gina watched the quickly approaching storm clouds.
He has to be here. I didn’t become a journalist for nothing. I know how not take ‘no’ for an answer.
Walking along the castle’s sides, she found a circular curved window. The curvature blurred everything. Using her hands to cover the sides of her eyes, she focused through the thick glass.
She could see wood. Furniture! At least that’s something. A slight drizzle of rain started to mist her surrounding and the glass. She wiped the condensation from the glass and was surprised to see movement. What could that be? Her journalistic instincts peaked. She peered further.
A dog perhaps? Tip-toeing, she saw the movement rapidly approach the window.
She fell to the ground seeing a large wolf like snout appearing at the other
** Low Batt. Please Charge.**
It blinked before shutting down. And I just charged this thing. Sigh…
“How high are we exactly?” She asked the college student who manned the horse dragging the carriage.
“About 1,500 feet in altitude ma’m” he said in a sweet voice. “There’s nothing but wilderness up here in this mountain.”
The beeping of her phone suddenly caught her attention.
** Low Batt.**
Of all the time for this to happen. And I just charged this thing too.
“Tell me about this mountain, kid.” She said tucking her scarf in her jacket.
“Umm. Besides that we’re not supposed to be here? It’s private property. Owned by the Tasla family. Their company is releasing the biggest alternative energy. I saw that in the news you reported. We talk about it at the university. It sure is great. I mean, for my generation.”
“That’s where Elliot Tasla lives right?”
Elliot, the recluse, who abstained from the affairs of the multi-billion dollar company he ran with his brother. He could be dating supermodels, but for some reason, he chose to be lock himself here… with no electricity.
“I believe so. There’s another thing. There was a woman who came to these castle not long ago. She came back to town crying. It’s not my business to ask but what is the nature of your visit? I mean just in case.. people come looking for you.”
She noted that detail about the woman and flashed her reporter badge. He nodded.
“Well, I hate to burst your bubble but it seems like a storm is brewing. You mentioned your colleagues are on their way up here, but I doubt anyone will take them up here now.”
“Can I use your phone, kid?” she asked.
“It’s dead ma’m”
***
Downwards this time. Like an ant, the sight of the college student turned to a speck as it descended the winding mountain roads. With a mountain’s panoramic view, she could see the town in the valley below. She thought how she’d rather snuggle in the local tourist hotel after she got a margarita.
Her marvelous view was only eclipsed by the sight of a medieval castle in the summit. Its tower spiraled to the sky, giving it an impression that it wanted to reach, or at least, touch the heavens.
Clearing the twisted vegetation on the gate, she stepped into the pathway leading to the door. Pines crunched under the heels of her stilettoes.
She stepped on the covered porch and knocked on the wooden door. The door did not yield an answer. Just hollowness. She knocked again, placing her ear close to the wood, and hoping to hear any sign of movement.
Great, I’m here in the top of a mountain. No electricity. My phone is dead and absolutely no way to get back. For a technological billionaire, he sure has a pretty low-tech way of greeting his visitors
After knocking for almost half an hour, Gina felt unsure what to do next. At this altitude, atmospheric disturbances occurs eye-level. Gina watched the quickly approaching storm clouds.
He has to be here. I didn’t become a journalist for nothing. I know how not take ‘no’ for an answer.
Walking along the castle’s sides, she found a circular curved window. The curvature blurred everything. Using her hands to cover the sides of her eyes, she focused through the thick glass.
She could see wood. Furniture! At least that’s something. A slight drizzle of rain started to mist her surrounding and the glass. She wiped the condensation from the glass and was surprised to see movement. What could that be? Her journalistic instincts peaked. She peered further.
A dog perhaps? Tip-toeing, she saw the movement rapidly approach the window.
She fell to the ground seeing a large wolf like snout appearing at the other
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