Dexter When I open my eyes, the pain hits me along with all the memories of how I get hurt. It’s incredible how it’s the first thing that comes to mind. I’m on my hotel room and judging by the position of the bed, I’m seated on the armchair. I look down at my arm and see the bandaged stump, and my heart sinks. Fuck. I shift and try to look around. The pain is intense enough to set my teeth on edge. I need painkillers. Water. I need to find the people who did this to me. It’s incredible how a stupid fucking argument escalated to this point. I can’t say I wasn’t warned about the damn Percevals but I didn’t think that they would attack me in such a brutal way. I have no memory of how I got here. All I know is that when I saw my hand lying on the floor by my feet, I had this strong sense of derealization that just made me black out. Someone must have brought me here and this bandage was put by someone. I try to raise my hand but it hurts too much so I just leave it where it is. Whe
Lara I’m on the plane back home and yes, Dexter isn’t here with me. This trip was a nightmare and it’s one I’ll definitely never forget. I still shudder whenever I think about Dexter’s severed hand. I’m in absolute shock.And now, he has stayed behind and I don’t even know if he’s alive. Judging by the way Jules’ friends looked at him, I’d say they were determined to give him a hard time. If someone were to ask me how I feel about the whole thing, I’d say that I don’t really have an answer to that question. I don’t know if I feel sorry for him or not. I’d like to say I don’t, and I’ll leave it at that. When the plane lands, Ambrose is there to fetch me. His expression is serious. I rush toward him. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see him. I embrace him and he hugs me back. “How are you?” he asks me. Before I got on the plane, I had time to give him a quick call and explain things to him. I could hear the guilt in his voice when he told me to come on home and forget the w
Lara A week has passed and Dexter still hasn’t showed. I’m really starting to consider the fact that he’s dead and so, as a result, I’m moving on with my life. Ander is finally talking to me and he’s gone back to normal, I would say. He’s no longer stuck in his room. We’ve had a long conversation and I promised him that I would never leave him ever again, and he has finally accepted that apology. I’m back to work. It’s a profitable endeavor and the more money I have, the better I’ll feel. Maybe it’s the Lycan in me talking, but that’s just how I feel. I want Ander to have a comfortable life and anyway, I’m not sure I want to lose Ambrose as an employer. I could try my chances out there but until then, I’ll stay here. He protects me and genuinely cares.I’d be stupid to think of doing anything else. Yes, Dexter gave me a million dollars. Yes, it’s a lot of money. But even I’m not blind to the things that might go wrong. I grew up with a billionaire father. A million to us was…spar
Lara Dexter shows up as promised and I’m waiting for him downstairs. He looks absolutely normal for someone who lost a hand just a week ago. It’s kind of terrifying. His eyes light up when he sees me. I climb inside the car and buckle up. “You look stunning,” he comments, referring to the long sequined dress I’m wearing. It’s black, and I bought it just today.“Thank you,” I say evenly. He starts the car and we get going. Ambrose wasn’t too happy to hear that he’s alive and even tried to dissuade me from working in this. I would’ve stepped back to if it weren’t for my desire to finish the job, and the reason why that is is because Dexter knows Ander. He knows him. My worst nightmare has come true right before my eyes and I was powerless to stop it. I’m pretty sure that Ander hasn’t said a single thing to Dexter because otherwise, my cover would be blown by now, but it’s still bloody terrifying. While he’s out there, he’s a threat to my peace and safety, and so he has to go. If th
Lara The first thing I go through are the drawers on his desk. Most of them are unlocked and so I open them easily. I go through the papers inside of them lightning quickly, afraid that the door might open and Dexter will barge inside and find me going through his things. Most of the papers are contracts. I can't go through each of them individually. Although I don't really know what I'm looking for, I'm hoping to find a map or something that will indicate where the money is being kept. That's all I need to know. I try to stay silent as I move to the other drawers. My heart is slamming against my chest now almost painfully. I have to get out of here. Dexter will come after me. I just know it. I chew my bottom lip as I get to the last drawer. Beneath all the papers, I spot something. It looks very much like a map. My eyes widen as I try to get it free from the pile of papers to see it more clearly. This might be it. Suddenly, I stop. I'm not sure why. Intuition maybe. The map lo
LaraI have only a moment to do something to avoid getting caught. Hurriedly, I drop the map on the big space under his desk where he keeps his chair pushed in, and then I push the drawer in with my feet and leave the stack of papers where they are. I hurry to the front of the desk and sit on the edge of it just before he enters. Dexter gives me a perplexed look that strikes panic into me. I force myself to smile easily. At this point, I have to think about anything and everything to get out of this situation. My life depends on it. He can’t go around the desk. He’ll see the mess I made and I won’t have a single way of explaining why I’m going through his things. It’s notable to remember that he once thought I was working against him, especially when that shipment plan went wrong. “What are you doing in here?” he asks as he steps closer to me. The good thing is that he sounds more curious than suspicious so if I play my cards well, I’ll be able to pull this off. I make a show of
DexterI stare into her face as I wait for her answer. She seems genuinely confused by my question so maybe I have it all wrong. “Was it a pity-fuck?” I ask again. “Why would it be?” she asks before placing her hand on my arm. “I don’t know,” I say, even though there are numerous reasons why I think it is. For starters, she never showed this interest in me before, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, she suggests sex. I love her, and my thoughts are mostly comprised of me fucking her, but I don’t want her to do it because she pities me. Far from it. The fact that she might have done it because she feels sorry for me makes me feel sick to my stomach. I don’t want her to feel sorry for me. “I don’t pity you. There’s nothing for me to pity here. What I meant earlier was that what happened in Baywood made me realize that I didn’t want to lose you.”I look at her again. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing heavily. She searches my eyes and adds, “I was so scared.”The fragility in
Lara Last night was the craziest night of my life but I’m glad that I managed to get everything done. As soon as Dexter went to sleep, I crept out of bed and went into the office. Everything was just as I left it, naturally, and I picked up my phone and snapped pictures of the map. I was scared still. What if he woke up and caught me? What if something went wrong?What if all of this had been for nothing because the marking on the map represented something else?Once I’d packed everything back, I walked out of the office and went into the living room. I opened a window and focused on breathing. The air was cool against my skin and I felt a lot better. I sent the pictures to Ambrose, choosing not to waste any time. Once they were sent, I wasn’t sure of what else to do. I knew I had to go back home. Ander would be waiting for me and it was close to midnight. Dexter hadn’t woken up, so that was a good sign. I had to go home. I made a promise to my son. I crept back into my room to
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“Is it done?” Finch asks me over the phone. I find myself nodding, and then say, “Yes. It is.”Putting my father down was a decision we all made. It was ultimately what was best for everyone. We’ve all been hurt by him, and I think now, we can have that closure. With him being alive, there’s always that fear that he might run away from prison and target us. He’s always been vindictive. We had an incident with Jensen’s father, who had been Ambrose’s employer. When he heard of his son’s death, he orchestrated a prison break and came after us. Well, that’s what we gathered from the Gammas and Deltas who protect us. He never got close, but that didn’t mean the worst couldn’t have happened. He’s dead now, but he was a reminder that Lycans are very vindictive and will stop at nothing to get revenge. We’re all part-Lycan, so we understand this better than anyone else. We’re also vengeful in our own ways. All of us. Finch heaves a sigh. “Well, that’s the end of it.”For some reason,
Dexter“You’re free to pass through,” the prison guard tells me as he opens the door to the visitor’s 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 wouldn’t need to speak to him again. I didn’t need him to explain to me why the fuck he killed my mother so brutally. I didn’t want to hear any of it. But since I got together with Lara, I started feeling this sense for closure. My story doesn’t feel complete yet, and that’s because there are loose ends that I haven’t tied up. Well, there’s one, and that’s Victor. He’s sitting alone at the metal table. His hands are out of sight, and he looks older than I remember him. Maybe it’s the orange uniform that’s giving me that impression.When he sees me approaching, his eyes don’t leave my face. There’s 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 won’t land me in prison.“D
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. It’s like a velvety canvas dusted with thousands of glittering stars. Then, there’s the moon, of course. She’s the star of the show. I can’t 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 it’s carrying this fresh scent of pine from the surrounding forest that invades my nostrils every my time the wind blows. It’s 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 Dex’s warmth. I know it’s him. His warm scent envelops me like a cloud, and he kisses the arch of my neck sensually. “Awake at this time?” he asks hoarsely. “Couldn’t sleep,” I say. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”I 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. She’s in the driver’s 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 night—right before getting jumped by fucking Jensen and his men—I 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 passenger’s seat. I lean toward her and press a kiss to her lips. They’re soft and she smiles against me. For the past three days, she’s barely left my side, and we’ve gotten close in a way that I didn’t think would be possible for us. I’m a brand new man, and suddenly, my life is full of possibilities. “It’s so fucking good to see you,” I tell her as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles, but then it falters. “We’ve got our work cut out for us. You know what today is.”The 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. “I’m sorry,” I tell them, looking at the injured man. “It’s only going to be for a few minutes. I’ll send a signal for you to come back.”Dex grabs my hand before I step out of the car. He stares at me and says, “Promise me that you’re going to take care of yourself. That you won’t get hurt.”“I promise,” 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. It’s time to go, though. I head toward the house and the gates open. I step in. I can’t meet them yet, not when I’m in only a coat and have my scrapes and cuts on display. I have to get dressed. There can’t be signs of a fight on me. It only occurs to me as I step inside the house that someone could’ve called Jensen to warn him that we attacked. But they didn’t 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 it’s the background noise that caught my attention. The rattling chains. That almost metallic sound of the door opening. That’s all familiar to me. I chew my bottom lip and think deeply as we head home. It’s been three minutes since I last spoke to Jensen and I haven’t stopped thinking about that tiny detail. Why’s it all so familiar to me?I close my eyes and try to think. Chains. The first thing that comes to mind is Dexter’s 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. That’s 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. “Stop. We’re going someplace else first.”My nerves are making my fingers shake with anxiety. I just have to take a deep breath
Lara There’s no way that Jensen has Dexter. This has to be another bluff. That’s 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. “You’re a damn fucking liar, Jensen.”“Am I?” he asks quizzically. “The plan was always to use capture Dexter. Only, we figured it would be hard to get him to talk, considering he’s tough as nails and would rather die than tell us where the money was. I suppose you know about that by now, don’t you? That I’m the one who was your employer? If not, now you do. This filthy fucking rogue took my money and I want it back. I’m prepared to take this to hell if necessary. What the fuck do I have to lose?”I 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 it’s actually Dexter. Suddenly, someone comes to mind. I was talkin