Tempted by the Rogue Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

LaraThe nurse—Violet—begins the tale with a sigh. “I’ve heard it so many times that I know it by heart,” she reveals. Her eyes are distant and she seems very sad, so much that I can’t help but feel the same way. We’re seated near the edge of Lucy’s bed. She hasn’t looked up once. “May I ask how you found out that you were her daughter?” she asks me. “I mean, for years, there were no leads. I know this because Lucy’s mate never stopped looking.”I shrug. “The news came from the very man who plucked me from her arms. My father, the man who raised me.”Violet’s eyes widen. “Goddess. This is terrible!”“It is,” I agree. My eyes fill with tears and I lower them so she won’t see them but she already has. She reaches over and grabs my hand. She says, “I can tell this is very painful for you.”I nod. “It is.”“Well, maybe I can start by telling you who that woman was and why she ended up in this terrible place. I don’t know how much you know. But this woman has been in pain from the day s

Lara I arrive at Ander’s school right on time. Other parents are parked in the massive lot waiting for their kids to run to the cars. I see many of them pouring out of the front doors. A few moments later, I zone out. My mind drifts off to everything that happened today and I just feel so discouraged. My energy has been drained and I can barely keep my eyes open. I just want to drift off to sleep and never wake up again. If I do, then I want all of this to have been a dream. Ambrose. I can’t stop thinking about him. Goddess, he’s seen me naked. I know it’s not the thing I should be focusing on but it’s true. He’s seen me dance. He’s the one who gave me this job as a stripper. And now, I’m his daughter. How will he react when he finds out?It’s just occurring to me now that he might not want me as a daughter or end up being disappointed in some way but that’s honestly the least of my worries. When I snap out of my troubled thoughts, I realize that a few minutes have passed and And

DexterI couldn't believe that this was happening to me.Vanessa—no, Lara—glared at me. She then said, "How do I even know you're not the one who took him from me as punishment? How? What guarantees me that it wasn't you?"I'm staring at her and trying to figure out if it's really her. Fuck, I have no idea. In my mind, Lara Taylor was a blonde girl with a completely different face. It was Vanessa...Vanessa with her cat's eyes and sharp features.This has to be some kind of joke."Was it you!?" she demands. Her eyes are gleaming with tears. Her voice is shrill. "Did you take him? Would you hurt an innocent child for some sick revenge plan!?"I take another step back. I finally find my voice. "I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about, Red. I don't...you're Lara Taylor?"At my question, she pauses. She searches my eyes intently and then wipes under her eyes, not answering the question. The implications of this start to hit me one by one."This whole time..." I begin before th

LaraAfter hours of driving around and not finding him, I feel just about ready to give up. I’m so damn devastated. It’s impossible to know who’s telling the truth and who isn’t, and I’m just about done. I feel like my mind will cave into itself. It’s so much pressure. So much anguish. I hardly know what to do with it all. My sweet boy. Where is he?Tears prick my eyes but I have to keep going. I can’t stop. Nobody loves him more than I do so they’ll never put in more effort than me. I just have to not give up no matter how tired I am. I’ll never be able to rest unless I find him. My phone starts ringing unexpectedly and my heart drops. I park the car on the side of the road quickly and reach for it. It’s Ambrose. “Did you find him?” I ask right away. “How close are you to the strip club?” he asks me. He sounds very strange and I don’t know why. I can’t really read his emotions well. “Why?” I ask hurriedly. “I need to speak with you.”Desperately, I ask, “Is it about Ander?”“

LaraA Few Minutes Earlier…What was that sound?Ambrose and I pull away from each other and concern courses through me. I’m pretty sure I heard a loud sound. “Get back!” Ambrose says suddenly while simultaneously reaching down his waistband and closing his hand around a gun before pulling it free. I stagger backward, my eyes on the cold-looking metal in his hand. A few moments later, the doors burst open and a scream leaves my lips. It’s instinctive. I rush behind the desk just before bullets start to fly. My whole body is tingling in a way that it never has before, and I find myself feeling random pains on certain parts of my body. Why does it feel like I’ve been shot?Ambrose. My thoughts are on him as I hear the grunts of the men fighting. I want to peer over the desk to look at him but I’m too scared of getting shot. Bullets keep hitting the wall behind me. My ears are ringing. For a moment, it feels like I’ve been hiding under this desk for years and not mere seconds. It’s b