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The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 12
WESLEY POV “Have your parents said anything?” I asked Nolan as he walked up to me before training. “Have they heard anything?” “I don’t know if they’ve heard anything, and no, they haven’t said anything to me,” Nolan sighed. “And I am sure my answer will be the same tomorrow,” he added as he bent down to stretch. I huffed in exasperation. The same answer. The same fucking answer every day since my parents told me Felix and Fiona were trying to adopt Haven. And that was several weeks ago. I tried to be patient, but patience had never been one of my strong suits. I was more of a “right now” kind of male. That restlessness inside me stirred again, but I pushed it down, tempering it with my breathing and my stretching. It had been happening more and more in the weeks since I learned of Haven’s situation with her family. This fierce, feral thing inside of me would rear its ugly head any time I would think about Haven, or someone would mention her, and I would have to refocus and recen
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 13
11.5 YEARS LATER HAVEN POV “Let’s run through that last section one last time, Haven,” Peter called to me from the middle of the darkened house. “I really want you to imagine you’re floating on those sissones. Remember, you’re a fairy.” I nodded to him as I turned away from the seats of the theater and grabbed my towel from the floor of the stage to dab at the sweat on my face. Rehearsal had been grueling. Peter was picking apart every step and transition of my interpretation of the Lilac Fairy. Not that I minded. He was a genius when it came down to the nitty-gritty details of nailing Nureyev's choreography. Even in the short months I had been with this new company, I had already seen an improvement in my technique and my performance quality. But damn, were my feet feeling it. I would need an extra long Epsom salt soak over the weekend. Thankfully, it was my last rehearsal for the week, aside from the optional barre class on Saturday morning. Well, optional for everyone except m
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 14
WESLEY POV I stared out the window above my kitchen sink, sipping my beer as I looked at the view of the lake from my house. Soon, I thought to myself. Soon this will all be mine. Well, provided I found my mate. Or chose one. And, since it had been 3 years since I’d turned 21, the idea of having to take a chosen mate was becoming more appealing. I let out a sigh and set my bottle down on the countertop, my hands gripping the edge and my chin dropping to my chest. Exhaustion hit me like a freight train, the same as it did every day at the same time. My Lycan grew more restless and agitated by the day. His constant irritation wore me out, to where all I wanted to do after working all day was come home, have a beer, and turn the TV on, only moving to tell N*****x that, yes, I was STILL watching. The only reprieve I got was the early morning workouts every day, and the interrupted sleep each night. His attitude was becoming a distraction even at work, and unless something changed — a
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 15
WESLEY POV “Haven?” I took a small, hesitant step towards her. I wanted to touch her, to put my hands on her and check if she was real. But I stopped in my tracks when she crossed her arms and tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body. As if it was a shield. Why would she react like that? Like she needed to protect herself. How could she think I would hurt her? Had someone else hurt her? My Lycan did not like that idea. I pushed those thoughts away as she shook her head again, her loose curls swaying with the motion. Her face scrunched up in confusion, and she looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry, I — this is—” “It’s me. Wesley,” I told her, taking another small step forward. “We used to—” “Yeah. No. I mean — I know who you are, I just — how?” she stammered. “How is this possible? How are you here?” she asked, gesturing wildly with one hand. “I could ask you the same question,” I replied with a laugh. She tilted her head to the side, and the movement was so wolflike I h
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 16
HAVEN POVMy phone buzzed against the wooden floor near the mirror of the dance studio. Again. I’d lost track of how many times I’d heard it go off.I knew who it probably was. A small twinge of guilt flickered through me as I ignored it again, but I kept at my cool down stretches without moving to check it, and pushed the negative feeling to the side.I was alone in the studio. Class was over, and the few dancers who had attended had already left, making their way back to their apartments or heading out for a late breakfast with other members of the company.They had extended a courtesy invitation to me, as always, and as always, I turned it down.I didn’t come to California to make friends. I came to dance, to improve, to boost my chances of becoming a principal somewhere, eventually. Plus, forging connections and making friends remained hard for me, even as an adult. It didn’t help that the one and only friend I’d made as a child had hurt me, kicking me when I was already down.I sw
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 17
HAVEN POV Once I had composed myself a bit, I pushed off from the wall, and walked to the table, where the box Wes brought with him sat. I glared at the offending box. Why he’d left it behind was beyond me. I didn’t want it. I wanted nothing to do with him. I lunged for it and snatched it off the table, then stomped to the door, ready to take it out to the dumpster behind our building. But the force of my movements sent the box flying to the floor as it slipped from my grip, sending the contents tumbling out and across the plank flooring. I froze in my tracks, staring down at pages and pages of letters, my nine-year-old handwriting in the glittery purple gel pen ink sparkling back up at me. My throat tightened, and my heart thumped against my ribs. I knelt down to the floor and gathered the pages, taking care to not bend or crinkle any of them. With slow, precise movements, I stacked them together, putting them in order from the very first letter I’d sent him to the last, while al
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 18
WESLEY POV I hastened to my truck as fast as I could. I needed to shift, but I couldn’t do that in town. It was necessary for me to get into the forest first. Then I could link Reid and ask him to come get the car so I could leave it on the shoulder. My emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry or laugh. The whole situation was too much for my Lycan to handle. Or me, if I was honest. As soon as I was far enough away from the town, I pulled over and called Reid, since I was still out of mindlinking range. “What’s up?” “I need you to come get my truck,” I grunted. “Okay,” he replied. “Where is it?” “I’ll leave my phone in it so you can find it with the GPS tracker.” “Got it. You okay?” “No,” I growled, and then I hung up. I threw my phone onto the passenger seat, then ripped my shirt over my head. Then I hopped out of the truck and ran into the trees before taking my pants off and leaving them in the dirt as I shifted into my Lycan. My claws dug i
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 19
HAVEN POV I stood in front of the mirror in the costume shop, staring at my reflection. Bolt after bolt after bolt of brightly colored fabrics and rack after rack of costumes surrounded me, but I fixated my eyes on the costume currently on my body. The bodice of the purple costume had a sweetheart neckline, with off the shoulder flutter sleeves adorned with flower petals. The petals also decorated the bodice, with rhinestones and flowers that started at the top of the neckline and met in the middle all the way down to the skirt. The skirt itself was a brilliant design — the fabric made to look like individual petals of a flower, starting in a deep purple near the bodice, and fading out to white at the edge, with more rhinestones scattered throughout. And glitter. There was glitter everywhere. “Ouch!” I cried out, breaking my concentration on myself. “You were doing it again,” Maya scolded. “Doing what again?” “Your port de bras. I told you to hold still, otherwise you’ll get ja
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