WESTLANE SERIES: LONDON HAS FALLEN

PROLOGUE: The Mighty Have Fallen

June 10, 2021

Jenna, a medical student in London, had finally passed her medical exam after years of grueling study and sleepless nights. To celebrate, she and her colleagues chose Paradis Club, a luxurious and vibrant venue renowned for its lively atmosphere and exclusive clientele.

As Jenna entered the club, she was immediately enveloped by the pulsating energy. The dim lighting and rhythmic beats of the music created an intoxicating ambiance, making the air feel electric. The excitement of the night and the weight of her recent accomplishments allowed her to fully indulge in the moment.

"Jenna, here! We're here!" Ava's voice cut through the loud atmosphere, her arm waving frantically as she pointed in their direction.

Jenna smiled and began to weave her way through the crowd. The dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat, their bodies swaying and twisting in sync with the music. She navigated through the sea of revelers, the vibrant lights casting dynamic patterns on everyone around her.

As she approached the VIP table, Jenna felt a rush of exhilaration. Her friends greeted her with cheers and hugs, the atmosphere at their table matching the club's exuberant energy. She settled into the plush seating, a cocktail quickly placed in her hand. For the first time in a long while, Jenna allowed herself to relax, basking in the joy and celebration of her hard-earned success.

As Jenna scanning the crowd, she caught sight of a striking woman across the room. The woman stood out amidst the crowd, her gray eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory gaze. For a moment, their eyes locked, and Jenna felt a jolt of curiosity and something inexplicably magnetic. The woman's confidence and composure were impossible to ignore.

Alena's gaze locked onto Jenna, her interest sharpening at the sight of Jenna's composed demeanor amidst the chaos. Unlike the others around her, who were already stumbling and slurring their words, Jenna stood out—poised, almost untouched by the wild energy of the club. Jenna, feeling the weight of someone's eyes on her, glanced up and met Alena's intense, penetrating stare. The air between them crackled, as if Alena's gaze was both a challenge and an invitation, leaving Jenna momentarily breathless, caught between a sudden unease and a growing intrigue.

Their gazes remained locked, a silent exchange filled with unspoken tension, until one of Jenna's colleagues suddenly appeared in front of her. His words were slurred, his balance unsteady.

"Jenna, come on! Let's dance!" he urged.

Jenna immediately declined, but the guy persisted, his insistence growing more aggressive. Alena's brows furrowed at the sight, a flicker of protectiveness and irritation crossing her features. She felt an urge to approach the man who was interrupting her moment with the emerald-eyed woman, but before she could act, another female colleague of Jenna's stepped in, pulling the guy away and putting an end to the unwanted attention.

Feeling intoxicated and needing a break from the overwhelming energy, Jenna decided to explore a secluded corridor she had noticed earlier. The corridor was dimly lit, a quiet retreat from the chaos. As she wandered down the passageway, her thoughts still buzzing from the evening's festivities, she noticed the gorgeous woman leaning against the wall. Alena's presence was commanding, her tailored suit and poised stance exuding an air of authority.

The tension between them was palpable, sparking like a live wire in the dim corridor. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest, a chaotic mix of nervousness, excitement, and an undeniable attraction that made her pulse quicken. The woman before her radiated an intimidating confidence, an aura of control that was as captivating as it was overwhelming.

As Jenna met Alena's gaze, she saw the woman's lips curve into a smirk, a challenge dancing in her eyes. It was a look that dared Jenna to come closer, to bridge the gap between them and see what might happen if she did. The smirk wasn't just teasing; it was a provocation, a silent command that dared Jenna to prove herself.