LaraKearwood is just as I remembered it.It's what people like to call a cosmopolitan city. A lot of different types of people can be found around here, and Lycans love this place. I vividly recall my father coming here for business trips when I was younger. I never knew what he was coming to do, but it's a name I've not forgotten. It makes sense that Ambrose has a strip club here. It is said that people are more open-minded here.I've been raised to look down upon such things. Prostitution. Stripping. Dealing drugs. But the man who taught me to never indulge in such things abandoned me and didn't care if I lived or died. He's a man with no moral compass, like all Lycans. I'm not against to the ways of the world. When I was living in the streets, before finding Elwood, a lot of women I encountered had to use sex as a means to an end. I never considered it because I was pregnant and wouldn't want to harm my baby in any way, but I saw it happen. Saw women climb inside cars of men who
"So," Ambrose says while putting his hands together. "Do you have any question for me? Anything at all? Apart from what we've discussed, that is." I shake my head. "I can't think of anything right now. I'm too excited and overwhelmed by everything that's happening. I guess I just need some time to sit down and figure everything out on my own." "Perfect," he says with a smile. "Now, I have to say that tomorrow morning is when your training will start. I'll talk to one of the girls and with Medwin as well. He's going to guide you through everything. Tomorrow at seven AM sharp, okay?" I nod, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "I'll be down here." "Anything else, please let me know. Oh, take this." Ambrose hands me the keys to the apartment. I can hardly believe that this is happening. I say, "Thank you for the opportunity. Really." He inclines his head. "Let's see how far we can go." I make it all the way upstairs. When I open the door, it hits Ander's forehead and he staggers back
Lara Toward the end of the day, I'm actually getting the hang of it, which impresses everyone, including myself. I knew before I stepped foot in the club that I wanted this badly and now, I'm actually proving that I do. By no means am I perfect, but it's the start of something, especially considering that it's my first time ever doing something like this. "Bravo!" Medwin says while clapping his hands. I bow dramatically, unsure of what else to do apart from staring at him and thanking him for the hundredth time. All the girls in the club cheer me on and honestly, I feel comfortable here. I have support, at least, and have no complaints about the girls. It seems everyone is here for work and they have their own clients, so thereโs no need for competition. Everyoneโs successful in their own way. Otherwise, Ambrose would never keep them here. When we climb off the stage, Ambrose is there. He hands me a paper cup filled with ice-cold water and I down it gratefully. He tells me, โYou
DexterI take a sip of my drink while staring out of the window of my office. Thereโs a soft knock on the door behind me, and then I hear it open. I drink again, pretty sure that itโs my mate, Ellen, calling me down for the third time tonight. A dinner is being held downstairs, mostly with friends and her family since I have none. I canโt seem to find the energy nor the will to join them. โMy love,โ she says in a tight voice. โWhatโs wrong? Everyoneโs waiting for you. Weโre all expecting you downstairs.โI glance at her over my shoulder. Her blonde hair is in an updo and tendrils of hair are framing her delicate face. Sheโs dressed in a baby blue gown that really brings out the color in her eyes. She looks like a dream. But I canโt seem to love her more than I would love a friend. โIโll be right there, Ellen,โ I tell her kindly. โI just need some time to figure some things out.โโYou told me that ten minutes ago,โ she claims, a hint of concern in her voice. She then closes the do
The next few days go by in a jiffy.I can hardly believe that Iโve been here for five days already. Itโs insane. It feels like only yesterday I stepped through that heavy door and found myself in completely unfamiliar territory. Now, I know the names of almost everyone here, and Iโm getting way better at the dancing part. I took ballet classes when I was younger. Could that be why?After our third dance, Ambrose calls me down from the stage. Heโs dressed in a red silk shirt which makes his skin even paler than it already is. I get closer to him while rubbing my sweat off my skin with a hand towel. All of us carry one around. โYouโve been doing great,โ he informs me. โIโm very impressed by your progress, Lara. I think youโre going to do great during your opening.โโThanks,โ I say genuinely. โI hope I do a good job and donโt disappoint you.โโYouโll have your chance sooner than you think,โ he states. โI thought that maybe youโd need a few more days but I think youโre ready, and guess
Lara I finish applying lipstick to my pouted lips. I believe my reflection is lying because itโs showing me a very calm and confident person, and right now, I donโt feel like that at all. I only have twenty minutes before I get on stage and show Ambrose what Iโm worth. The man will probably be there, and then Iโll find out shortly afterward whether my practicing has paid off. Naturally, this is making me very nervous. Itโs not something that is certain and thereโs always the chance that it wonโt go the way that Ambrose predicts. That scares me more than anything. I put the cap on the lipstick. It clicks in place. I then l put the lipstick down and step back a little. Iโm dressed in a black and red ensemble. The bra is lacy and pushes my breasts upward, making my breasts look fuller and sexier. The black thong Iโm wearing is a sharp contrast against the pale skin of my was. My stockings are in place, and they feel silky when I touch them. My heels are miles high. My skin is glitt
LaraI don't care how bad it looks. I don't care that I'll be fired, which is a shame because I've fought so hard to be in this position. I made a huge sacrifice and became adapted to this environment. I was completely unfamiliar with it and managed to thrive despite everything. I close the door and hurry away from it. I move as quickly as I can in these heels. I don't care about who's watching; I just want to reach the dressing room in the back and get dressed so I can get out of here."Lara?"It's Ambrose. I don't stop and turn around to see where he is. I just keep going. I reach the room, and thankfully, it's empty. Nobody needs to see me panicking like hell. The door behind me opens, though, bringing my fantasy of being alone to an end. "What's wrong?" Ambrose asks as he storms toward me. His face is a mask of shock. "Why did you leave him alone in the room? Why did you walk away?" He then pauses and takes a good look at me. "Why do you look so pale?"I try to bring his face b
DexterI check my watch again.I'm starting to grow really impatient. When I saw the new girl on stage, I became excited because it always gives me the opportunity to bribe her and get her to report to me on Ambrose's doings. I've not been very successful before because the new girls never stay for long and the ones here are too loyal to him. This I know because I was warned by one of my guards who'd been asking questions. Some of them are out there now, trying to get lucky. Again, I don't believe that he has any illicit activities going on, but Mr. King seems to think that he does, so I do what I'm told and don't complain. I'm starting to get really bored of waiting for this new girl, though. I don't have all night. What even made her leave the room so quickly and suddenly?I check my watch for what I tell myself will be the last time. A guy told me that she'd be here in five minutes, then two, and then he stopped answering my questions altogether. Is she coming or not? If not, the
DexterA month has passed since Finchโs untimely death, and Lara hasnโt quite been the same. Sheโs been suffering quite a lot, and honestly, I understand why. Nothing he said made sense to me. Yesterday, she told me that she started to understand a little, but this is all a mystery to me. Maybe she gets it because she knew him better than I did. She grew up with him even though he was my biological brother and not hers. That gives her a pretty fair advantage over me. Iโm haunted by the brief conversation we had over the phone. I hadnโt guessed at the time that it would be our first and last one. To sum it up, he told me that he wanted me to be Beta, and that he wanted me to promise that Iโd take care of Lara and never hurt her again. But before that, he told me that he wasnโt as forgiving as she was and that he was glad I lose a hand. It was a crazy damn day, and it ended so tragically. But slowly, sheโs been crawling out of her shell. Of course, her grief is only noticeable to t
LaraโIs it done?โ Finch asks me over the phone. I find myself nodding, and then say, โYes. It is.โPutting my father down was a decision we all made. It was ultimately what was best for everyone. Weโve all been hurt by him, and I think now, we can have that closure. With him being alive, thereโs always that fear that he might run away from prison and target us. Heโs always been vindictive. We had an incident with Jensenโs father, who had been Ambroseโs employer. When he heard of his sonโs death, he orchestrated a prison break and came after us. Well, thatโs what we gathered from the Gammas and Deltas who protect us. He never got close, but that didnโt mean the worst couldnโt have happened. Heโs dead now, but he was a reminder that Lycans are very vindictive and will stop at nothing to get revenge. Weโre all part-Lycan, so we understand this better than anyone else. Weโre also vengeful in our own ways. All of us. Finch heaves a sigh. โWell, thatโs the end of it.โFor some reason,
DexterโYouโre free to pass through,โ the prison guard tells me as he opens the door to the visitorโs room. I never thought that I would find myself here. After I sent Victor to prison for the murder of my mother, I thought I wouldnโt need to speak to him again. I didnโt need him to explain to me why the fuck he killed my mother so brutally. I didnโt want to hear any of it. But since I got together with Lara, I started feeling this sense for closure. My story doesnโt feel complete yet, and thatโs because there are loose ends that I havenโt tied up. Well, thereโs one, and thatโs Victor. Heโs sitting alone at the metal table. His hands are out of sight, and he looks older than I remember him. Maybe itโs the orange uniform thatโs giving me that impression.When he sees me approaching, his eyes donโt leave my face. Thereโs not a single thought behind them, and as I sit across from him, I try to convince myself not to lose my cool and end this in a way that wonโt land me in prison.โD
LaraI stand in the balcony of my room and stare at the moon, which is high in the sky.The sky has never looked more lovely. Itโs like a velvety canvas dusted with thousands of glittering stars. Then, thereโs the moon, of course. Sheโs the star of the show. I canโt help but feel gratitude spreading all through my body as I stare up at Her. Things worked out well for me. For us. The air is cool and still, and itโs carrying this fresh scent of pine from the surrounding forest that invades my nostrils every my time the wind blows. Itโs so serene at this time of the night. Everything is still and peaceful. Arms encircle my waist from behind, and I feel the coldness of the metal of his prosthetic against my bare belly. I nestle into Dexโs warmth. I know itโs him. His warm scent envelops me like a cloud, and he kisses the arch of my neck sensually. โAwake at this time?โ he asks hoarsely. โCouldnโt sleep,โ I say. โToday was a good day, wasnโt it?โI think about the trial that happened
Lara"So," Finch begins when I sit directly across from him. "What happens now?"I've been asking myself this for the past few days and honestly, there's no answer. I don't think that's such a bad thing, though. Sometimes, it's great to not be able to predict anything. I want to see where this goes, too. Why should there always be an answer to everything?I tell him this, and add, "I'm happy with the progress that we've made. Isn't that great? We're taking it a day at a time. All of us."Finch looks right and stares out the window to the spot where Ander is flying a kite with Dex. The two of them are inseparable and it's a joy to see. Ander is a lot more active and they get along. "Hm," Finch says. "What?" I ask, my lips curving into a smile. "Stop being so pessimistic all the time. Why can't you be happy with me for once? I know how you feel about Dex, but he's a part of the family now. You have to put in an effort."Finch scoffs. "When hasn't he not been a part of the family?"I
DexterThree days later, I'm as good as new.As soon as I step out of the hospital, Lara is outside. Sheโs in the driverโs seat of the car, wearing dark sunglasses. The sight of her fills me with a fresh new will to live. When I left her room that nightโright before getting jumped by fucking Jensen and his menโI thought there was no hope for us. I left that house with no expectations. But look at where we are now. I climb in the passengerโs seat. I lean toward her and press a kiss to her lips. Theyโre soft and she smiles against me. For the past three days, sheโs barely left my side, and weโve gotten close in a way that I didnโt think would be possible for us. Iโm a brand new man, and suddenly, my life is full of possibilities. โItโs so fucking good to see you,โ I tell her as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles, but then it falters. โWeโve got our work cut out for us. You know what today is.โThe reminder makes my heart skip a fucking beat. We both agreed that
LaraWhen we reach the house, I tell the men to stay outside with Dexter. โIโm sorry,โ I tell them, looking at the injured man. โItโs only going to be for a few minutes. Iโll send a signal for you to come back.โDex grabs my hand before I step out of the car. He stares at me and says, โPromise me that youโre going to take care of yourself. That you wonโt get hurt.โโI promise,โ I say. We stare intently at each other before he pushes me toward him. Our lips collide and we share a brief but passionate kiss. Itโs time to go, though. I head toward the house and the gates open. I step in. I canโt meet them yet, not when Iโm in only a coat and have my scrapes and cuts on display. I have to get dressed. There canโt be signs of a fight on me. It only occurs to me as I step inside the house that someone couldโve called Jensen to warn him that we attacked. But they didnโt have the time to do it, not when they were fighting for their lives. A man meets me at the door. I think his name is G
Lara But wait. Something keeps tugging at me, and when I pay close attention to it, I realize that itโs the background noise that caught my attention. The rattling chains. That almost metallic sound of the door opening. Thatโs all familiar to me. I chew my bottom lip and think deeply as we head home. Itโs been three minutes since I last spoke to Jensen and I havenโt stopped thinking about that tiny detail. Whyโs it all so familiar to me?I close my eyes and try to think. Chains. The first thing that comes to mind is Dexterโs ex. She was tied up in them when he took me there so I could decide her fate. And then there was the sound of him opening the door to the warehouse. Thatโs how I figure out where Dexter is. Jensen took him to the warehouse where the money had initially been stashed. The realization makes my heart pump faster and I tell the driver. โStop. Weโre going someplace else first.โMy nerves are making my fingers shake with anxiety. I just have to take a deep breath
Lara Thereโs no way that Jensen has Dexter. This has to be another bluff. Thatโs what I tell to myself to calm down. My heart is slamming against the base of my throat and I find it hard to breathe. โYouโre a damn fucking liar, Jensen.โโAm I?โ he asks quizzically. โThe plan was always to use capture Dexter. Only, we figured it would be hard to get him to talk, considering heโs tough as nails and would rather die than tell us where the money was. I suppose you know about that by now, donโt you? That Iโm the one who was your employer? If not, now you do. This filthy fucking rogue took my money and I want it back. Iโm prepared to take this to hell if necessary. What the fuck do I have to lose?โI say nothing for a good few seconds as I try to figure out what I have established so far. Jensen is my employer. Earlier, he told me he had someone I cared about and that he wanted to negotiate. I thought it was Ambrose, but itโs actually Dexter. Suddenly, someone comes to mind. I was talkin