Lyra

~3: Life~

~Eight Years Later.

Lyra stretched her legs and arms. It had a busy day in work and she wanted to go home to the comfort of her warm kotatsu and watch TV.

For the past eight years life has been dandy, she found refuge in a house built deep in the woods. She discovered that this was abandoned and saw to it that she would rebuild it by herself. Then two years after, she became bored hunting small game in the woods. She wandered through the big city and landed a scholarship. Living with humans wasn't that bad, but they did smell. After graduating with flying colors she started working at a hospital.

Life was now easier, Lyra could care less about the situations of her old pack, her mate and the others wolves that had brought pain upon her. But there was just one thing she and her wolf misses, and that was a family. She missed Ned and Felix.

She groaned, Alexander De la Fuente came to her sight. Alex was a man of pure cheekiness. His vibrant personality was the last thing Lyra wanted to feel. Although he was very funny, Lyra was rather jealous of him, she wished she was that happy.

Sighing, she waved her hand to acknowledge his presence.

"Hey'a butter bean!" Alex smiled and kissed her cheek. Her face turned crimson at the sudden public display of affection. The ladies at the benches started giggling.

"Alex! You're such a maniac!" She huffed, steaming red.

"But you love me." He gave her a smile. His blue eyes sparkled with joy. The corner of her lips lifted, she smiled, something she hasn't done in awhile.

"Oh my god! You have teeth? I don't think I've ever seen you smile before." Amusement was clear in Alexander's voice. He always fancied the girl in front of him.

"Of course I have teeth, how am I supposed to eat my food? Gum them to bits?" She retorted and flashed another smile exposing her perfect white teeth.

Alexander stared at the lady in front of him. For the last two years working with Lyra, this is the first time she smiled. She seldom to speak and usually very timid.

"Hey um. . . have you considered my invitation?" asked Alexander as he took the seat beside Lyra.

"No. . . I'm sorry, I'm just very. . " She trailed off and went silent.

"Don't worry, I understand I just hope lover boy takes care of you better." He sighed and rubbed Lyra's neck. "If he ever hurts you again, call me." He sounded genuinely worried and kept rubbing the bruised area of her neck.

Every week she would feel pain, she would seclude herself from any other human beings. She didn't want them to worry about her. She knew where the pain and bruises were from, and it was her mate and his chosen mate mating. The thought of it made Lyra grimace.

"Thank you for understanding, I can set you up with Roselyn, if you want?" she offered.

"Roselyn Hellmary? You know she's out of my league. Have you seen the large junk hanging on her butt?" He said.

"Language Mr. De la Fuente," Roselyn says while passing through the thick wave of patients. She flashed her bosom as if she was trying to get someone's attention.

Alexander's jaw dropped to the floor as he stared.

"Shit, she's such a cocktease." He mumbled to himself. But to Lyra it was clear as hell. She reddened.

"Bye, butter bean," He stood up and gave her a friendly hug.

"Bye Lex." She waved good bye as Alexander turned to walk away.