Romans & histoires The Alpha’s Pen Pal

He’d be foolish to even care about it. “You are supposed to look down on me,” he gritted out. Ignoring what he said, I reached out, taking the pen on the table and looking at it like it was far more interesting than Alan’s face. “I might not be the Lichen King himself…” I paused, twirling the pen between my fingers— And before Alan could see it coming, I drove the pen into his palm that rested on the table. “But I am still the Alpha of this pack. Your Alpha. And you get to do what I tell you. You don't do things behind my back or listen to anyone else — not even Marcella.”

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

He said, picking up his pen and getting back to his paperwork. I think I was still in a little bit of shock as I stood up from the chair and I walked over and opened the door to see Alpha Logan’s plastic girlfriend Penelope was standing there waiting for him. With her skin tight dress that just came down past her ass and everything else that should stay covered up, her make-up caked on like she never knew how much was enough and 4 inch high heels that still didn’t make her as tall as me and her long brown hair curled down her back.

Desperate for a means of communication, I gestured to Alpha Dante, asking for a book and pen to write down my thoughts. To my surprise, Alpha Dante obliged, handing me a small notebook and a pen. A spark of hope ignited within me as I prepared to put my racing thoughts into words. But just as I was about to set pen to paper, Alpha Dante snatched the pen from my grasp, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. I looked at him with confusion and frustration, silently questioning his sudden change of heart. Why give me the tools for expression only to take them away? I longed to understand his motives, to unravel the complexities of his actions. What game was he playing?

I hoped it would be welcomed news. I sat at my desk and picked up one of the envelopes. Admiring the envelope, I opened it. It was from Alpha James of the Nightwalkers, one of the Alphas threatening Emily. I glanced at the others, and they were from Alpha Keith of the Dawners, another was from Alpha Reuben of Shadow Wolf, Alpha Richard of Pine, and Alpha Clayton of Agewood. Not all the alphas had responded, but I believed five out of nine was a good number.

This could disrupt the fragile peace between the two packs, and yet the Alpha had kept me in the dark… At his door, I knocked urgently. “Alpha, are you there? Please open up!” There was no response, but I could hear…something else from within. I froze, doubting my senses. Was that the sound of…intimacy? I paused, hoping I was mistaken, but the woman’s moans only grew louder, confirming my suspicion. Cold sweat trickled down my face, and the voice was unmistakable. Penelope. Was the Alpha actually with her? Impossible—he despised Penelope. Something felt horribly wrong.

He finished the line, then stood, pointing a finger at the floor. "That side is yours. This side is mine. If you cross that line without an invitation, you're in the penalty box. And I've already told you what that looks like." "This is ridiculous. You're acting like a child." "I'm acting like an Alpha who doesn't want to smell your Omega misery every time I'm trying to relax," he disagreed. He grabbed the mug of coffee and walked toward me. He didn't stop until he was right at the edge of the tape. He reached out and shoved the mug into my hand.

“Gee, thanks, Kline. I’m glad I’m not dead, too.” “Do you know what’s going to happen?” “Not since the moment I smelled him in that shitty diner I should’ve burned down years ago,” I say. I didn’t mean for it to sound funny, but I see the corner of his mouth twitch anyway. “Alphas don’t plateau, Greer. They escalate.” My mouth goes dry. I tear my eyes away and stare down the coastline, trying to slow my breathing. It doesn’t work. “That means what, exactly?” I ask.

All I wanted to do was have a lay down but I had to find Lilith and together we would greet the arriving Alphas. ***** “Afternoon I’m Alpha Mykel and this is my mate, Luna Lilith” “Such a stunning young woman, sorry I tend to blab I’m Luna Ruth and this is my husband, Alpha Raymond. Love this is Alpha Mykel and Luna Lilith” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she waved her husband over.

He pretended not to have heard and just finished my juice . The streets were finally full of people going about their daily business . We reached the pack house almost forty five minutes later . Being the Alpha's daughter automatically meant that everyone wanted to pour their hearts out to you . Since the Alpha was too scary , the female Alpha too busy , the soon to be Alpha also quite unapproachable , I had to be the face and ears of the family. When we reached the pack house , Mum and dad sat at the table , their meals were untouched . We took our seats next to them .