<b>Chapter </b>15
DERRICK
A <b>distressing </b>thing happened, amidst my quarrel with Lara. I received a message from the Lycan king asking to meet up. This <b>gave </b>me cause for concern because of a long–standing history of enmity and conflicts between Lycans and werewolves; throughout history, Lycans and Werewolves have always been at war, always going at each other’s throats, always tussling for territory. So this letter worried me because I knew that it meant trouble.
I held the letter in my hand, rereading it, as if if I read it repeatedly, the message on the page would somehow be blotted out. I paced the room, my feetnding heavily on the wooden floor, and went to the stand at the window, the letter still in my hand. I was deep in thoughts.
I heard the door squeak open and I started, made a swivel and saw Lara. She was standing at the threshold, her hand on the door post, another hand on her hip, a coquettish smile on her narrow face. Something about the way she stood there smiling deviously irritated me. I growled to <b>myself</b>.
“What the fuck is amusing you?” I said with a <b>snarl</b><b>.</b>
“You,” she said, her face straightening. “You’re the one that’s amusing me, Derrick. Look at yourself.”
She walked inside, swinging her hips ostentatiously, and sat on the bed. She took a ss from the beside table and poured herself some whiskey. I watched her as she took a shot and then gave me a look.
“You <b>look </b>like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, leaning backwards.
“Since when did you care, Lara?” I asked, sitting down.
“Since you started acting like an asshole towards me, the <b>Luna </b>of this pack,” she said, with so much aplomb it made me want. to smack her across the face.
“I fucking made you <b>Luna</b>,” I <b>said</b>. “Like I saidst time, I can <b>take </b>it back, if I want.”
“But
you won’t,” she said. “You won’t
She poured herself another ss of whiskey, but this time she didn’t drink it. She handed it to me. I refused by shaking my head, but she held it in front of me till I took it.
“You should have seen yourself yesterday,” she <b>said </b>as I swallowed the liquor. “Acting all upset because of me, a female. I really have you wrapped around my little finger.”
“Except you don’t,” I replied.
“I think I do, Derrick,” she said. “You’re all mine.”
She leaned forward<b>, </b>till her body was stretched over the bed and lightly stroked my chin, the corners of her lips curled. I smacked her hand off of my face.
“Keep dreaming.” I said.
But she did not stop. She moved towards me, moving across the bed in a serpentine movement. She raised her body, till her face was level with mine and cupped my face in her hand. She starred at me for a full minute, observing the features of my face, as if she was trying to deduce something from it. I said nothing, just looked right back at her.
“Ohh, Derrick,” she said, her voice as soft as the breeze.
She inched her face closer to mine, but <b>I </b>moved my head away.
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Chapter 15
Not today, Lara,” I saidus she let go of me. “Not today”
Defeated and deted by my rejection, she <b>sat </b>back down. She poured another ss of whiskey.
“What is that in your hand, by the way?” She said, nodding to the hand that held the letter.
“It’s a letter,” I said diffidently.
“No shit,” she said. “What does it say?”
“It’s from the <b>Lycan </b>king. 1answered.
I saw her eyes widen at the mention of “Lycan king. She took another sip of the whiskey.
“The Lycan king,” she <b>said</b>, nodding. “Well, is that why you look is worried?”
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“What do you even mean by <b>that</b>?” I snapped “You’re talking like you don’t know the history of Lycans and werewolves. This is really worrisome, you <b>know</b>. And it’s out of the <b>blue</b>.”
“Rx,” she said, crossing her legs. “It’s <b>probably </b>nothing. Maybe he just wants to hang out.”
She said thest sentence with a wink, and it made me even more <b>upset </b>that she was being flippant in the face of <b>apparent </b>danger.
“It’s not nothing. Lara,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back into seriousness. “It’s everything but nothing. <b>I’ve </b>not been a Alpha for such a long time, and in my regime, I have to witness something like this.”
“Well, I guess this is the time to prove <b>yourself</b>, she <b>said</b>. “This is the time to show everyone how great of an Alpha you <b>are</b>.
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She reached over <b>and </b>snatched the letter from my hand, read it slowly <b>and </b>handed it back to me. She threw her head back and giggled like a little girl. I could tell she was already getting drunk.
“This isn’t funny, though,” I said. “No matter what this is, it’s fucking serious. I don’t see why you’reughing at it.”
But sheughed some more, <b>and </b>it made my skin crawl.
“You’re sick,” I said, and started to <b>walk </b>out. “Fucking sick.”
“Wait, Derrick, wait,” she called just as I was about to exit the room. I turned around and looked at her eyes made low by
alcohol.
“What now, Lara<b>?</b>” <b>I </b>asked.
“I <b>have </b>an idea,” she said, “And I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“<b>I’m </b>sure I won’t, but let’s hear it,” I said, folding my hands in front of my <b>chest</b>.
The Lycan King wants to meet? Fine,” <b>she </b>said. “You should hold a feast right <b>here</b>, and invite him over.”
“What?” I asked, aghast. “Why would I do that?”
Just do it, she insisted.
“No, I’m not stupid.”
“Look, Derrick, O Mighty Alpha, you’re not even thinking this through,” she <b>said</b>, getting on her feet. “It’s safer here, right here among your own <b>pack</b>, it’s safer. You get the upper hand, and you get to assert dominance, You’ll <b>have </b>an advantage if
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