The Alpha’s Pen Pal Novels & Stories

Only the fourth question was different from the normal questions. Who do you trust? My pen scratched before thought caught up: No one. The next: Who do you not see as your Alpha? I didn’t even hesitate: Cassius. And then the last one. The final question: Who do you see as your Alpha? My hand stilled. The pen hovered above the paper as time slipped away. I stared at the line, endless. Alpha Jude’s voice began the countdown. “Ten…nine…six…” In the final seconds, I moved. My pen scratched the page with a single name.

My eyes were on the picture that sat on the shelf next to the television. It was Lauren, my first mate and Alpha Female, her mouth wide and smiling, both hands up and curled around my forearm because I was holding her back against my chest. My face was pressed against her neck. The camera couldn’t see the way I was tasting her mate-mark with my tongue. But she’d always been ticklish, so her head was tucked sideways into her shoulder as she tried to stop me reaching that sensitive skin. We were both laughing. It was taken in the early days of me beating my brother for Alpha, when we were still finding our feet as leaders, but we’d had a happy pack and our lives ahead of us. Everything had see

Adom pulls out his phone and starts searching on the web about alpha pairs. He doesn't find much about bonds in specific but he finds that alpha partners are more common than he had thought. There seems to be quite a group of people who have found their life partners in other alphas. Adom clicks on an I*******m featuring an alpha couple, they have a lot of followers. Adom scrolls through their posts, not thinking anything in particular. They're cute, but they look like any other couple had he not known they were both alphas. Adom thinks, maybe that's the whole point. They are just like any other couple. He's startled out of his thoughts when Alexander emerges out of his bedroom, he's adorned

If I could bathe in it, I would. I quickly find the note. My fingers run over the immaculate cursive, it’s the most perfect penmanship I’ve ever seen. It nearly looks like a book. I guess he’s had time to practice. “My Dearest Aurora: it’s been impossibly hard to stay away, to not even communicate with you in some fashion. But I know it's for the best, and the Alpha has been gracious enough to let me read some of your letters.

Something inside of me unfurls. “Mr. Holder,” There is curious note to Lionel’s voice. “I understand why the first trial was set up so…but why did this one have to go this way?” Mr. Holder hums thoughtfully. “Alphas in general have several core traits; pride, intelligence, protectiveness, and rage.” He explains. “It is said these are gifts from the Moon goddess…everything an alpha would need to lead their pack and be a good mate.” “Yes, I’ve heard that.” Lionel confirms.

Mother Tree exclaimed while looking at the Alpha's one by one. All the Alpha's agrees to what Mother tree has said and bowed their heads to come up with thei negligence towards the Sanctuary of Life. "We apologize Mother Tree!" The four Alpha's exclaimed at the same time wanting to apologize for their misbehavior they've just did to the Sanctuary of Life especially to Mother Tree. Mother Tree forgave the Alpha's and signal them to stand up from kneeling. "Since you all here already, I have something important to tell to you all." Mother Tree exclaimed in her full voice standing in front of the Alpha's.

She yelled out the last part as though hoping it would drill hard into my skull. “I didnt become the Alpha for them, I became the Alpha for me. I need answers to some questions, and I wouldn't hesitate to find them. People like Jake and Trey are just stumbling blocks in my way. I don't need drama." I told her. Something caught my attention on my table. It was in a brown envelope. I tore it open to discover it was a ledger. Something that hadn't been there before. I sent a message to my men through the mindlink to demand who brought it to my table.

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

Penelope’s pov We soon got to the pack as the Alpha took me into the room that had been prepared for me. This was the second time I was getting into this room, and it still looked as amazing as the first time that I had seen it. It was still big, still exotic, and expensive. I slowly walked to a table to look at the drawings there and the exotic pens and notes. I turned to see Lucas and Callum still there as the Alpha then turned to Callum and the rest of the maids.

Ken grunts as he looks down at me. “Call the witch,” he orders, shooting Beta Rich a glare. “Yes, Alpha,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. After a few minutes his phone pings. “I’ve messaged her. She’ll be right over,” he informs Ken. Alpha Ken’s attention is back on me. “I hate to leave you here like this pet but something’s come up and I need to go,” he says. “It shouldn’t take me long. But if I don’t come, we can finish this,” he points between the two of us, “tomorrow.”