DexterA month has passed since Finch’s untimely death, and Lara hasn’t quite been the same. She’s 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. I’m haunted by the brief conversation we had over the phone. I hadn’t 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 I’d take care of Lara and never hurt her again. But before that, he told me that he wasn’t 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, she’s been crawling out of her shell. Of course, her grief is only noticeable to t
Lara Words can't describe how bored I am of this event. It's my engagement party and it's supposed to be the happiest day of my life but the truth is that I'm not at all excited about being Vaughan Dabrowski's mate. He's the future Alpha of our prestigious pack, and he's a Lycan like me, but I'm not in love with him. In fact, I feel like I'm being forced to be with him simply because of our excellent family connections. I take a sip of champagne. It's the only thing carrying me through the night. I look around for someone familiar in the sea of faces but see no one. How many people are in the lobby of this hotel? Five hundred? A thousand? "Wipe that frown off your face," I hear my brother, Finch, say to me. I turn my head to fix him a look. He slides into the seat next to me and puts an arm over my shoulder. His dimpled smile never fails to make me smile as well. "You're going to be officially mates. I don't see why you're cranky." "I'm not cranky," I argue. "Just tired." Lo
Lara For some reason, I feel my blood pooling at my feet and I grow dizzy. I stumble out of the elevator when it opens and hold onto the wall next to it to catch my breath. I only give myself a few moments before I keep going. Finch saw me, so he's probably going to come after me. I can't face him, not after what I witnessed. I take the stairs to the next floor and then keep going until I reach topmost floor which leads to the rooftop. I need all the air I can get. I can't breathe. I push through the metal doors and they swing closed behind me. I take deep breaths of air but they don't make me feel less breathless. Finch and Vaughan? I'm reeling. I move to stand near the rooftop wall. There are potted pants along the wall, which gives this place a botanic vibe. My view of the surrounding landscape is limited because of how dark the sky is tonight. I've been coming here for the past two nights for the simple purpose of relaxing, but that isn't happening tonight. What am I s
Lara I keep staring into his eyes and can't seem to figure out what's going on. Why has his demeanor changed so quickly? Why's he looking at me with so much...contempt? "This was easier than I thought," he says, though his voice sounds far from gentle and seductive. It's cold and hard, like a rock. "I'm pretty disappointed. I was hoping for a challenge." I frown. "What?" "They say rogue women are cheap. That they'll do anything for a dime. But what is your excuse, Lycan? I thought you were better than us." My anger flares. "Excuse me?" He stares at my face intently before asking, "What, are you offended by my words? You came all over my cock, Lara. You have no right to be offended." I try to step back but find that my back is already against the wall. I stare at him in disbelief while I try to figure out what exactly I'm feeling at the moment. Anger, betrayal, sure. But regret is shining brighter than any other emotion. I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have given myse
DexterI stick a cigarette in my mouth before cupping a hand around it to light it. Things seem to be going according to plan. I’ve taken the first step to ruin Victor Taylor and it’s only a matter of time before he finds out. The envelopes were delivered about an hour ago. As per my calculation, shit’s about to hit the fan pretty soon. I stare at the view before my eyes. Tall trees, yards and yards of freshly cut green grass. Rose bushes. Intricately carved fountains. I have it all. It’s funny how sometimes, your life can change in the blink of an eye. One day, I had nothing, and the next, I had everything I could’ve ever wanted. My phone begins vibrating in my pocket and a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Finally. I thought he’d never call. I reach into it with my right hand after transferring the lit cigarette to the left. It’s an unknown number. I know it’s him. I made sure to leave my number for him to call. I couldn’t risk missing his rage. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he s
LaraIt's been raining for about an hour and I'm soaked. I'm not allowed entrance to the hotel. I don't think I've ever felt this kind of humiliation before. Everyone who walks past the hotel sees me standing right outside, soaked to the bone. I wonder if they know who I am and whether they're gossiping about it. Who cares, anyway? That's not my biggest concern at the moment. I have to convince my father that last night was a mistake and anyway, things weren't as they seemed. I didn't think he'd judge me for what happened, especially after he understood that Vaughan and I could never be together. I wish I'd explained to him earlier but panic made me shut down. My face is still stinging from his slap, but I try to convince myself that he's just angry. He'll apologize once he understands. I'm putting my faith in that. So, I wait. Some of the guests have already started leaving so soon enough, they'll walk through the doors. All I need is a few minutes to explain my situation and ma
LaraAnd so, my journey to Elwood begins. On the way, I sell my dress. It's designer and worth a good penny. I sell my shoes, too. They won’t help me where I’m going. I buy second-hand clothes and keep the rest of the money for food. Before, I used to have all the food I wanted, and now, I'm struggling to even have a meal a day. I’m still a long way from Elwood and basically hitchhiking until I get there. I have to do a ton of walking every day and wait for a car to stop by. Nobody drives to that area—Elwood is specifically for rogues. The only reason why I know my grandmother is there is because I heard my father mention it once over the phone. ‘Not sure how I can be her son when she chooses to live like a rogue in Elwood and I wouldn’t touch a rogue with a ten-foot pole.’I don’t know what awaits me at the end of my journey. Will I even find her there? Is she still alive? I’ll only find out when I get there. It never crosses my mind to turn back and go home. For some reason, I’
LaraMy grandmother stirs sugar into her wild herb tea as I conclude my story. I can't tell much from the look on her face. She has the kind of face that is impossible to read. Maybe if I knew her better, it would've been easier for me to differentiate between her emotions, but I've not seen her often throughout the course of my life and when I became a teenager, I didn't see her at all."I'm not sure what your father has said about me," she begins, putting the teaspoon down on the saucer. "I'm not sure if he ever talked about me to you."I shake my head. "He never said a thing.""I want you to know the reason why I left," she states. "It wasn't for no reason at all. My mate—your grandfather, whom you never met—was what they called back then a 'typical' Lycan. He was proud, selfish, and arrogant, and although my father was also the same and I grew up surrounded by such men, I never agreed with it. "When I was a little girl, I had a common werewolf friend named Anne. She was the best