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
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