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Allie CarstensHappy Monday again! This week is a big week for Haven as her ballet premiere is just around the corner. Don't forget to join All Things Allie Carstens -- Pen Pal is getting a new cover, and there is a poll in the group to vote on which version you prefer :)
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HAVEN POV We ended up staying at Jack and Shirley’s for dinner, and by the time we made it back to my apartment, it was late evening. “Did Shirley tell you what was in this box?” Wesley asked as he shut the apartment door with his foot. “She said it was some stuff from my old room,” I told him. “They kept it all just in case.” “Did you want to look at it now?” “In a minute? I was going to change first,” I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at my bedroom. “Don’t change too much,” he winked. “I like you the way you are.” I scrunched my nose up at him and narrowed my eyes. “You’re right, that was super cheesy,” he admitted. I laughed and shook my head. “I’ll be right back.” “Where do you want this?” Wesley called after me as I closed the bedroom door. “On the coffee table!” I replied. I quickly changed out of my dance clothes and into leggings and my old too big Salt Lake City Ballet sweatshirt. I grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks, then paused, remembering how Maya always compl
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WESLEY POV I looked out at the rest of the members of the audience as I sat in the theater the night of Haven’s and the company’s premiere of The Sleeping Beauty. The excitement in the air was palpable. I could scent it on everyone in attendance. I didn’t realize ballet would be so popular in the city near our pack, but almost every seat at the performance was sold out. Reid sat between Nolan and me, but I wasn’t sure where Seb was. I’d thought I had scented him entering the theater, but then his scent faded and disappeared. A hand waving caught my eye, and I looked down towards the front of the theater to see Shirley waving at me, a huge smile on her face, and Jack sitting next to her, an almost identical smile on his face. I waved back at them, happy to see them supporting Haven. They had become like family to us since they moved here, and I knew just how much they missed Haven, just how much they regretted the way everything went down when Jack had his stroke. For them to find h
The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 29
HAVEN POV“Ah ah,” Wesley teased, lifting the bag up and out of my reach. “First, you have to tell Seb he’s a terrible friend for forgetting to buy you flowers.”I glared at him, then looked at Sebastian, then looked back at Wesley. I held the four bouquets out and Nolan took them from me with a small laugh and a shake of his head and a smirk at Wesley.I stalked closer to Wes, watching as his face went from teasing to nervous.“You know, that’s not really your color, Pal,” I murmured, sliding my hands along his chest on top of his light gray suit jacket.“Really?” He quirked a brow and looked down at his suit. “I’ve always gotten compliments when—”“Not the suit color,” I told him, smirking and shaking my head as I leaned closer to him. “Green,” I said pointedly, glancing over my shoulder at Seb for a moment.His brow furrowed, and he looked over at Sebastian and then back down at me. Then the little lightbulb went off over his head and he chuckled, his arm wrapping around my waist, a
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HAVEN POVI walked out of the door and into the garden, and right away Maya looped her arm through mine, the bright yellow silk of her gown standing out against the lilac of mine. She had her dark coils smoothed back into a low bun, a rhinestone comb slid snug up against it, and she’d added just enough makeup to her face to give herself a subtle shimmery glow.“I never thought I’d see the day when the wolfketeers would come to the ballet. Voluntarily. And enjoy it,” she said as we walked through the garden under the stars, winding our way through the tables laden with candles, eucalyptus and floral arrangements, and the planters filled with jasmine.“Wait, the what?” I asked, turning to stare at her, a small laugh spilling from my lips. “Did you just call them the ‘wolfketeers’?”She blinked for a second, then pursed her lips and shrugged and said, “Yeah.”“Like the musketeers?”“Yeah. But when we were growing up, they were like a little pack of wolves, always running around the forest
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The Alpha's Pen Pal Chapter 32
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