LaraDexter asking me for forgiveness is not how I thought this conversation of ours would go. It deflates me momentarily, and what's worse is how genuine he seems. I stare into his eyes and for a fraction of a second, I don't recognize him. The man from my past—the one who had lived in my memories for all these years—isn't the one I'm staring at now. And with this bit of sympathy comes a wave of emotions, hatred and self-deprecation among them. What's wrong with me? How can I feel sorry for him? How can I even entertain the thought of accepting his apology, forgiving him, and moving on with my life?After everything he did?As if sensing my hesitation, Dexter lifts his hand and touches my cheek. I don't inch away from his touch. He says, "I see it in your eyes that you want to, Lara. I know you do."I shake my head. "Just the other night you were enraged that I was Lara, and now, you're asking for my forgiveness and wanting to wait for me. I don't know what it is you're waiting for
Dexter I stare down at Ellen, gun in hand. She’s staring at me unapologetically from where she’s lying on the floor. I’ve known what I was going to do with her from the beginning, but now that I’m here, staring at her, I can’t help but feel angry at her intrusion. I don’t see why she can’t leave me the fuck alone. Why?I should just shoot her and be done with it, but that’s not how life goes. Making reckless decisions is only going to make me suffer. Why should I kill her when I can use her life as a way to get to her father, who’s my real enemy?If Lara told me to shoot her, I would, but since she didn’t, I’ll stick to my original plan. Her eyes are feral as she watches me. I put the gun back in the inner pocket of my coat and then grab my phone from the other one. Ellen watches me, not taking her eyes off me once. I dial her father’s number. It rings and rings long enough for me to assume that he isn’t going to pick up. That’s fine because then, I’ll just send him a picture of
Lara Vaughan is truly dead, and his death is causing ripples in the werewolf world. The announcement will be made today concerning my position as Alpha. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this to really happen. I knew Finch talked about it, but I guess a part of me never thought that he’d actually take things this seriously. But he has. And he insists that I should be Alpha to avenge myself. I have to admit that it makes me really nervous to take this role on. I don’t know the first thing about being Alpha and for a while now, I’ve felt lost concerning what to do next. Now that I don’t have to avenge myself, I feel an emptiness that’s concerning. I guess that’s the reality of living with hatred for so long. Now that I’ve let go of it, I don’t know how to move on without it.I find myself thinking about Dexter all the time. It’s like being tempted by him all over again. He has a way of creeping into my mind and settling there until he occupies everything. He’s in control even though he’
Lara "That went well, didn't it?"I look over at Finch and find myself nodding. He's right; it went better than expected. When I stood on that podium during the introduction, the reaction I saw was unexpected. We’re not a large community of Lycans, so the majority of people who were at the assembly were normal werewolves. I hadn’t expected such a positive reaction from them all. Of course, most of the influential Lycans weren’t present, but the people who were showed me a lot of support. “It seems everyone’s excited to have a female Alpha for once,” he states, smiling. “You’re going to be a hit.”“If anything, this just makes me more scared to fail,” I claim. “I don’t want to end up being a disappointment to anyone.”“You won’t,” he replies confidently. “We need to start strategizing and figuring out what our next steps are. I already have a list of all the things that need to be done. First, we’ll start with the corrupt ones. We’ll launch an investigation on them unless they cooper
LaraAlthough Finch isn't happy with Jensen's presence, I ask him to stay the night. Tomorrow, he and I will be going to see Ambrose. I have a meeting with some of the most influential Lycans in the morning, so he and I will go afterward. I'm so relieved that Ambrose is alive; I can hardly believe it. I spent so much time feeling guilt about what happened, knowing that he gave his life for me. But he's alive and I'm actually in a position to help him. I take Ander to his room. He’s been too quiet all day and I want to speak to him a little bit before he goes to bed. I need to find out what he’s thinking and how I can help him. I need to start explaining things to him better. I know he’s just a child but he’s always been a smart boy and I don’t want him to be in the dark about anything. I pull back the covers for him to get into bed. He’s always bathed and I made him brush his teeth in the bathroom across the hall. “How’s it going, buddy?”He doesn’t answer me as he slides under th
Dexter It’s like someone has stabbed me with a fucking knife over and over again, right in my fucking chest. What the fuck?I keep my eyes glued to the window. When I first parked the car out here, I never thought that I’d have such a perfect view of the house Lara grew up in. I’ve been here only once before, years ago, when I first joined the authorities and started working for them in Victor’s investigation. When Lara came to the window, I couldn’t believe my luck. What were the chances that she’d be in the room that would give me a view of her? She’s been standing there for a few minutes, and although I can’t see her face properly at all, I could see her red hair. But now, someone’s in the room with her—a man—and he’s pushed her against the window and they’re kissing. They’re not anymore, but I haven’t quite gotten over the shock of watching that happen right before my eyes. Who is that guy?I blink and they’re both away from the window now. I look away, my eyes on the steerin
Lara I shove Jensen away and stare at him with wide eyes as I step away from the window. “What the hell was that!?” I demand. My voice is shrill and I hate how fast my heart is beating. For a moment there, I thought that he was going to kill me, but he kissed me instead. That doesn’t make any of this better, though. Jensen runs a hand through his hair and the pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve been waiting the whole day to…I’m sorry, Lara, I really am.”I fold my arms across my chest defensively. “Why the hell did you kiss me? I mean, why would you kiss me, Jensen?”He’s silent after I ask him this question and it leaves me feeling agitated. I’m trying not to freak out here, but maybe I should. This was completely out of line. “I shouldn’t have,” he states. “I’ve been trying to convince myself not to the whole damn day, but after seeing you alive, something inside of me snapped. I thought you were dead. I thoug
DexterAfter switching the car with Damson, I head to Lara’s place. That’s where I’ll be meeting her. This matter is too serious for us to have a conversation about it out on the streets. I’ll have to break in. From what I’ve seen, it doesn’t seem so complicated to do so. There’s a part of the back of the house that will allow me to get inside. It’s typically monitored like the whole house, but I’ll just have to watch until my patience thins and someone makes a mistake. That’s the only way people get in. I leave my car up front and start my walk around, making sure I stick to the trees so I’m not seen. This is trickier to do during the day but I can’t delay any of this. I want to hear it from her lips that she wants me to walk away. And also, this will give me a chance to say goodbye to my son, even if it’s only for a little while. I want to get to know him; I’ve made my mind up about that. I know I’m someone with a shit ton of flaws and I’m probably not the best influence for