Alpha’s Virgin Stripper
Chapter 135

Lake:

A part of my "after discharge" therapy was the regular morning workouts. Yes, this had always been a part of my life. But I was not allowed to lift weights on my shoulders, or do any form of heavy duty workouts, at least not for another three months. After my regular morning workouts, I took it as a point of duty to get myself fresh lemon tea and ginger bread every morning - yes, even though I did not know two shits about cooking - because having the maids do everything for me, especially when I was recovering, made me feel like a sore loser.

I was in the kitchen, placing three slices of ginger bread into my ceramic saucer when the kitchen door opened and someone stepped it. I turned my hot tea with my tea spoon and brought it up to my lips, before my eyes wandered to the door, only to see Kenji standing in front of it.

He had both a shocked and amused look on his face. Both of his looks caused me to cork my left brow in a silent query. He bursted into a mock round of applause with a faints smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, staring at the kitchen window.

"You know, I would have sworn hell would freeze over before you decide to lift a cup in the kitchen! This accident really got to you, huh?" He spoke up.

I shook my head and placed my cup down. Kenji was right about one thing though. My accident made me feel helpless for almost five months, and having the maids make breakfast for me was only going to make me feel worse. "Do you have something you want to say, Kenji? Or are you just here to laugh at my kitchen skills?" I asked, a bored expression plastered on my light skinned face. He took steps further into the kitchen, a broad smile on his face. "Trust me, if you hear the things I have to say to you, you would wish I was here to laugh at your... terrible kitchen skills." He burst out laughing again. I frowned slightly and turned away from him.

"Get to it, now."

"Okay, okay, I am sorry, my bad, my bad. But, it seems like the press of the city of Ten are relentless. I mean, we worked so hard not to leak information to neighboring packs, but they somehow managed to get it, including the hospital footage." He brought out his phone from his pocket, clicked and swiped on the screen before displaying his screen in front of me.

"You were aired on TV last night, looking more helpless than I have ever seen you."

My cup was in my right hand, and I was sipping tea when I turned to look at the screen. There I was bruised and scared, being rushed into a hospital.

I choked on the liquid in my mouth and spilled the rest on the floor. Kenji moved backward first. I dropped the cup abruptly and seized his phone from his hands.

"What the fuck?!"

"It's done already, Lake. Besides, it's not really a bad thing to let others know what's happening to you. You have gotten a lot of farewell messages since it happened, I believe you should be happy. Anyways, that's just one part of the reason I'm here."

Still reeling from embarrassment, I frowned as I looked up from his phone screen to his plain face.

"Please, get to the other reason as soon as possible."

He slipped his hand into his pockets and heaved a sigh.

"I have to ask you something first. Why have you decided to replace Jojo Wyatt? I mean, I understand your mother's part, but Jojo? I do not wish for you to give her false hopes, Lake. She must have moved on now, happy and free. Why don't you..." He paused.

"Why don't you just let her be? What you did to her was not fair, she must have learnt to get over it. But if you go to her, open those old wounds and can't compensate her the way she wants, she might have to heal all over again." "Why do you sound like that?" I managed to ask.

He corked his right brow.

"Like what?"

"Like all I ever do is hurt everyone around me? Like I'm a thorn that pierces any rose that dares to grow in my life."

He heaved a sigh, allowing his shoulders fall.

"Do you really want to know the answer?"

I turned away from him. No, I did not.

He scoffed.

"I thought so. Anyway, the private investigator Bec and I hired to replace your mother and Jojo has something you definitely want to see." He started.

I squinted my brows. It had only been one day.

"So fast?"

Kenji chuckled, "Let's just say technology has a way of making things too easy." He replied.

Now that was a conversation I was willing to indulge in.

"Where is he?"

"In your living room."

"Let's go."

When we got to the living room, the man was in black jean shorts and a white silk shirt. He looked like he could have been a regular tourist, and not some high definition person. He bowed on seeing me.

"Greetings, alpha."

"And to you too." I replied, before I planted myself in front of him.

"Cut to the chase, tell me what you have." I replied bluntly.

I watched him with keen eyes as he lowered himself to pick a file on the glass table in front of us. He held out the file to me and I took it.

I opened the brown envelope inside it and brought out three pieces of paper.

"The women you seek are in the city on Ten. They run a three-star restaurant known as Emerald's kitchen. The woman owns the place and is the cook, while the red-haired lady works there with her. We were able to replace them through their social media page."

He opened his phone and showed me some pictures. I saw my mother's smiling face as she placed icing on a cake. My heart skipped three beats at once.

I could not believe it, I was looking right at her! The woman who had haunted my thoughts and my dreams ever since I let her go, the woman I wanted to see most in the entire world.

The woman I owed a very heavy apology.